Kyun Albeli Katte | کیوں البیلی کَتّے

Why would they sit around spinning,

those who are in love, O Friend?

Why would a girl in swoon sit at the loom? 

You fall in love, you discard proprieties, 

you forget the five times prayers

Wounded and dazed roams the mad girl

leaving her loom untended. Long time

               I’ve loved my Sweetheart

Loved him before I grew my tresses

Says Hussein, the lowly fakir,

the Sain dyes my eyes red

– Translation from Naveed Alam, “Verses of a Lowly Faqeer: Madho Laal Hussein”