desire & Forword Movement

Jo dil mange hove naaheen,
Hovan rahiaa parere hoo.

Dost na deve dil daa daaroo,
Ishq na vaagaan phere hoo.

Is maidaan muhabbat de wich,
Milde taa tikhere hoo.

Main qurbaan tinhaan ton Baahoo,
Jinh rakhiaa qadam agree hoo.

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What the heart desires it does not find;
Far distant remains its fulfillment:

The Friend does not dispense the balm for my heart;
The heart suffers but love does not accede,

While in the arena of love, rages the fire of longing!

I sacrifice myself to anyone, O Bahu, who,
Having once stepped on to the path of love, Always moves ahead.

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