Why do you tarry , my Beloved ?
Why do you tarry , my Beloved ?
O Bullah, now narrate your love story.
He alone knows who has experienced love.
There are rebukes within, taunts without
Such is the comfort I have found in love !
My eyes have taken to the habit of weeping.
For one, it is death, for another, reproach from the world.
The pain of separation has tightly squeezed my life.
O Love, I have cried out my heart in anguish !
O Bullah, now narrate your love story.
He alone knows who has experienced love.
There are rebukes within, taunts without
Such is the comfort I have found in love !
My eyes have taken to the habit of weeping.
For one, it is death, for another, reproach from the world.
The pain of separation has tightly squeezed my life.
O Love, I have cried out my heart in anguish !


