I was the moonlit night of lapid love Some confused lores of a tortured mind A tongue to tell, to speak of truth jogia Then to live in shades of encumbered lies. No soul enamoured in this wide world That can bring about my heart’s satiation Certainty within my soul will never again Gaze upon starred face of Ranjha yaar And never again the buds of my heart Blossom anew in cloudy tales of romance. Strike uproariously for hindered desire Some deeds in burning to quench the fire. I will sell my skull for vessel to be made My dark tresses for silken rope to be woven My gory skin for the shoes to be soled And gauged eyes to blinds for instructions. Oh my lord if my heart was not so worn Glimpse of Ranjha yaar was enough To restore my soul. Forgive me dear God for sins of love For seeds of grief, for songs for the dove I will scatter my ashes windward to spark On some altered dedicated to my true Lord.