Nur Uddin
but has in it a great achievement
And is as brilliant as a young hyacinth;
I pour a ray of honey on my disciples,
There is as it were a fire in my ballades.
I have seen a small proud face brimming with sunlight.
From the Pus'hto (Afghans, nineteenth century).
COME, MY BELOVED!
Come, my beloved! And I say again: Come, my beloved!
The doves are moaning and calling and will not cease.