And when the musk's fragrance gets mixed with the dew,

When flowers everywhere blossom anew,

Then think of your beloved, with whom you drank,

And think of her only for your hours are few.

She is far blessed than any one in the tavern,

Her Maker after creating her lit up a lantern,

And in the light of ethereal glow made her for you,

So think of her only Naveed! Ah! Yours so true!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Composed in May but posted here on June 1, 2008.

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