With its inebriety you be afflicted
But let our tryst be elsewhere my Love
For what cause the poor may roam
In gathering places of the affluent
Places with monuments to their glory
Have no room for our love, our story
My love, behind curtain celebrate love
These glorious edifices, did you see not?
Happy around the tombs of kings
Our own dingy homes, you just forgot?
Countless are those that have loved
Says who their feelings were not true?
But no celebration of their deep love
For they too never riches knew
These palaces ‘n tombs, towers ‘n walls
Pillars of dictatorial kings’ lofty glory
Flowery patterns on Time’s bosom
In the blood of our forbears still gory
My love, they too loved well
The Taj’s beauty, whose toil shaped
Graves of their loved ones unmarked
None ever on them a candle placed
The engraved doors ‘n walls, the arches
The orchids, the Jamna bank, this palace
An emperor through his wealth has shown
To the poor man’s love disparaging malice
Let our tryst be elsewhere my Love.