hina motiya khas bechti hun
mai shishi me foolo ka ras bechti hun
nachte gaate gul haye itar bechti hun
mai bulbul ke jakhme jigar bechti hun
mai bazar ki jhuthi rounak me
mohabbat ke sache ghar bechti hun
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mai wo jannate free bechti hun
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mai ptathar bidi shayeri bechti hun

I trade in pearls of the soul, unseen,
In vials, the nectar of blossoms, pristine.
Singing, dancing, I peddle floral perfume,
The nightingale's wounded heart, I consume.
In the market's false, fleeting gleam,
I sell houses molded from love's dream.
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I sell a paradise, freely bestowed,
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I trade in stony, smoky poetry, bestowed.