Ghazal I Poem by Vali Dakhni

The one whose heart is pierced with the arrow of love
[Then] why shouldn't the life look like a burden to him?

The fixation of love doesn't withdraw from the one
Who falls in love with the sweetheart

He can never be cool and collected in this world
Who is indulged in the disquiet of love

I, the pious lover of yours, always
Love O sweetheart, every word you utter

O [my beloved!] if you talk to Vali even briefly
The rivals' hearts get wounded with envy