Love O Love! O my Love
Thy face is matchless
As the imagination of the poet
As the desires of a lover
As the need of thirsty man
As the dew of morning
Thy face is matchless
Thy eyes – like a tavern
Thy lips – like the wine-glass
Thy cheeks – like the mirror
Thy locks – like the black clouds
Thy face is matchless
All the bloomed flowers are ashamed
After looking at thy face
The withered lotuses have bloomed
Seeing the shining of thy forehead
Thy face is matchless
These yawnings of thy awaking
These forgettings in thy love
These shadows of thy love
These clarinets of thy voice
Yet, thy face is matchless
Composed by -
Mustafeez Ali Khan
June 26, 2001
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