| Seven months are now passed that in Hind and Khurrasan |
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| I was going on my way, when a lovely being met me |
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| See two mountains now encounter one another |
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| He, whose heart is filled with good will towards his kind |
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| How deftly has she curled those two long tresses |
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| Whatever thou doest do with forethought |
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| No pleasure has my heart in Bahram's rule |
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| Evil disposed are all Pathans |
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| That the blood in my veins still courses, this even a grief I hold |
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| If but once thou receive kindness from any one |
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