Library: Deardil tum bin

Why does the wind blow? It wipes the tracks where we have passed So that no one can tell whether we exist... For wanted Moonlight, the Heart can not rest And chords of Piano melt away your loneliness, Chanda, (Moon) Fading your net of Stars, dreams, into my darkest corner Where I hold you closely, breathing into your ears... Chanda, Chanda tell me again what it feels like Years of making love with the Sun every day, For even together your time ceases As she fails to guide us through the blackest nights. Veiled eyes of Chanda, kohl upon your numb lips, Is it then that Faith becomes your worship? Or is this just the tail of an elephant in the predawn Before your Mind is strong enough to unsplit what's long gone? For so long you have divided the diamond wells Of your Saharan Heart, gorded well and strong, Tie me to the tree with your single knee, And join me in the ocean swells, bound breast to breast, Quality of love which stands tum bin test. If I am a voice then you are my song, How then do I say that I love you When I am gone? And the Wind Carries me on my path to the One. Where are you? It asks, to No one. Where have you been? The song As it fades into the stars of falling Night smile gently. Sad embers Dying like our bond of friendship. Smothered without room to breathe. Without you, my heart neither wakes Nor sleeps. I do not know how Love started, or when. I know not Why the heart asks for you When it sings. Dil (the Heart's) reply I know that Tum bin (without you) my days would be long Nights would cast shadows upon those days I would travel through darkest nights to find comfort I would struggle through deserts to find the water wells The stars at night will tell me tales They will testify our faith and will remind me of the moonlights The sun during long days would want me to discontinue my journeys The nights would cast dark fear towards my lost destination Suddenly surroundings will be forgotten and the journeys will be halted Expectations would be delayed concerns would be gone Tears will fill up my thirst my blood will boil Vast deserts of planets would seem nothing but soil Remembrance of God and my Jaana (Beloved) would burn me like fire Thought of God would awaken my mind For I had been so selfish. But might's right God's love inside me has overgrown There is more than may beloved upon which I should mourn Evil, slavery, poverty, sickness... The hell on earth has it surrounded For sake of others shall now I live Prove to myself that I can and I will My tasks are greater than my lover ypon I have cried My desires are more but responsibilities lie No I haven't become unfaithful or forgotten my Sanam (Beloved) My destination is Mirage yet I know...

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Library: Deardil tum bin