"O! Young Maiden"

Sweat on your face

Like sparkling drops of dew

Collect it in the pot and

Irrigate the barren land

Of my heart to fertile

Come close, come close

As you are so sweet

"O! Young Maiden"

Pay visit my home

As I’m on bed of death

And have burnt all

My boats like Tariq

Now, you the only choice

Of mine

Please, come close

As I’m blind and,

Need you

But Alas!

You’re too late

Having only one option

That’s to remove the

Lid of my coffin

And,

Open the knots

Of my shroud

After exposing my face

Don’t stand calm

Mourn, please mourn

To throw few drops

Of your teat on my face

As I would get the

Light,

In the house of dark

Where I’ve to go alone

Therefore,

Come close, come close

As I’m dead

And can’t see you.