How cursed must this idiot be
That i must Your disappointed form see?
What did i do wrong, my Lord?
That, with Your indifference, i be so scorched?
Like two bright almonds Your beautiful eyes,
Their radiance that charms and enchants the mind:
How come today even a glance they deny?
Than be scorched by Their anger, i'd rather i die!!
My Lord! Please do forgive a slave,
Who does earnestly for Your smile crave!!
O Dearest Lover! Bestow upon me Your mercy,
And please accept me at Your feet!!
