In a desert, once, on a hunt did I find,
With a radiant smile, a flower so fair;
Sadly, I approached and sighed, “Ah! Of my kind
Are you too – a hapless flower from a beloved's hair.
Frail fingers wouldn't take you to…
woohoo
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آواز نا رباب مختا راوان دے سور ندے برابر
Wah