Where does the heart mix with everyone?
It does mix with you only.
You did not come so I came,
Whether the sea goes to meet with the river?
The experience that could never be described,
Is gotten at the end of life.
The moth attains the (exalted) state non-existence,
From the intense heat of love.
My eyes are fixed for a long time on the one,
Whose face resembles with someone.
Adversity may take one anywhere,
Who goes to meat with someone with pleasure!
Rizwan who is humble like me?
Who meets with such humility?
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