Love me
always; the world is grief-stricken,
Keep me
and talk to me in your eyes and heart,
I can't
swallow, the pain of separation'
Preserve
me protected in your heart.
Lengthy
as tresses the dark of separation,
The time
of love is little as life,
If you
are not with me, O Sakha,
How can I
pass the dark and long nights of darkness?
Two
thrilling hearts with a thousand dreams,
Have put
my all the woes, rest to run,
Now, who
would understand, to move and tell,
My dear
love of me sad and miserable heart.
As a
candle to a flying bug, or an atom to an eye,
So no
solace in my heart and no sleep in my eyes,
Deprived,
alas! From that Sakha's love,
He mails
no message, nor shows his visage.
At the
time of love, for truth, Yogesh
My loved
Sakha fooled me and flew away,
If I
could get him again, I will keep,
HIM in my
eyes and heart, forever and forever.
N.B.:
Sakha- Lover and friend. In Hindu mythology, the Brij region devotes of Lord
Krishna, treat the Lord as Sakha or friend. (Lover).
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