classic english poems

Should I write in your love?

Shall I write satam or write your grace on my heart?

Unfaithful in your party

We have also burned the heart

My love is with you

O Hussain of the flower of Gulab

I don't remember often

That you will have pain

This is the beauty of your beauty

That made me a poet

All the moments of your hijr

They call me unfaithful

In the dreams of those nights

You see me often

This person's memory is also odd

When it comes, the heart beats

Tell that person

We belong to him anyway

Your memory haunts me

Every hour every moment to me

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