Where walkways were fragrant with you, I shall weep,
It was not till I left your city, I knew I shall weep.
Affinity is at discount in the market of subsistence;
There are thousands in the meandering queue, I shall weep.
My longing is an iceberg entombed under the desert,
Count not on cactus, drops of dew, I shall weep.
Pilgrims who set such store by the haze of their beloved,
Tread on jaded memories of every hue, I shall weep.
Many are the magistrates in the theatre of courtship,
I am guilty as charged, without a proof, I shall weep.
Many were the clouds in the skies of that severance,
Uma you did not waive back an adieu, I shall weep.