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O time, whose bliss

ูŠุง ุฒู…ุงู†ุง ู†ุนูŠู…ู‡

1. O time, whose bliss
Has never descended upon my hand

ูก. ูŠุง ุฒู…ุงู†ุงู‹ ู†ุนูŠู…ูู‡ู
ู„ู… ูŠูุนูŽุฑู‘ูุฌู’ ุนู„ู‰ ูŠูŽุฏูŠ

2. Like a knotted breeze
And embodied rayโ€”

ูข. ูƒู†ุณูŠู…ู ู…ูุนูŽู‚ู‘ูŽุฏู
ูˆุดุนุงุนู ู…ูุฌูŽุณู‘ูŽุฏู

3. Its fragrance drizzles
On the eyelid of one lying down

ูฃ. ุทูŠุจูู‡ู ูƒุงู„ูƒูŽุฑูŽู‰ ูŠูู„ู
ู…ู‘ู ุจุฌูŽูู’ู†ู ุงู„ู…ูุณูŽู‡ู‘ูŽุฏู

4. Or like the creation of the hopeful with
The son of Khalil son of Ahmad

ูค. ุฃูˆ ูƒุฎู„ู‚ ุงู„ู…ุคู…ู„ ุจ
ู†ู ุงู„ุฎู„ูŠู„ู ุจู† ุฃุญู…ุฏู