A lover knows only humility – he has no choice.
He steals into your alley at night- he has no choice.
He longs to kiss every lock of your hair, don't fret,
- he has no choice.
In his frenzied love for you, he longs to break the
chains of his imprisonment, he has no choice.
A lover asked his beloved,
“Do you love yourself more than you love me?”
Beloved replied, I have died to myself and I live for you.
I've disappeared from myself and my attributes,
I am present only for you.
I've forgotten all my learnings, but from knowing you I've become a scholar.
I've lost all my strength, but from your power I am a