Kashmiripedia

I would gaze long at the path you took But they are watching my eyes. I hear they're going to put a watch Soon over my beating heart.

Both love and torment flow from you - You are both the wound and the balm.

My mind, like one roaming in the desolation Of forests, mountains and appalling wastes, Suffered an agony I cannot describe.

My beloved may be with his friends In shalamar, showering his radiance On lawns and waterfalls

Flowering plant in the woodland of freedom, Who filled your buds with fragrance? Whose brush painted you in gorgeous rainbow colours?