As I lay, pretending
A deep pleasant sleep
The pang seems to abandon me not
I grieve your loss once more;
Again the wasting pain
Clings to my breast
And hangs from my vying countenance;
Come, wake me up. Will you?
And grieve with me again – pretending!
My Rafiiq! – My Confidante!
*(Rafiiq is an Urdu word for Lover)