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The night is bright and illuminated, but I am wandering sad and dejected.  What is this place, so strange, I am alone, every mate has gone. How long I would wander alone. O’ gloom of my heart what to do. O’ frustration of my heart what to do.  Everywhere is lightening, but it feels like the chain in my ankles, hindering me to move, to go to her, she is right there, in front of me, so near in my imagination, so far in reality.  The brightness of illumination is cutting my sight like the bright shining sword.

The moon is shining, she is there in cool light shadow, there are stars twinkling in the sky above her. How chaste, like the thought of a saint, or of a lover.  But, does she know the condition of my heart. I am dejected, she is seeing me, and smiling, I am floating, but not reaching her, I am dejected.  There breaks a star, falling down, the symbol of hope, but who knows, in whose lap this lace of pearls will fall. I get hope, but I am dejected, can’t find the way, to reach her, all the struggle gives pain in my chest and the ache in my heart.

Happiness is everywhere but for me the taunts and scorns, “there goes the majnoo, there he goes,  the aashiq, nakara, awara! (lover, useless, loafer!).

Shall I quit, but this is not my habit. Shall I go back?  No, this is not in my instinct.  Shall I have her?  But this is not in my luck.  But, it is in my will to burn in love.  I know there is a storm of hardships waiting for me being burnt in love.  She is not for me. It is Just my imagination, there are hundreds of doors opened for me, but my promise, to love none, but her.  O’ gloom of my heart what to do. O’ frustration of my heart what to do. “Break the promise and leave the hope. It will be right for you to break the chain of ‘desire’, and free yourself.”

The basic idea has been taken from Urdu poetry.