L: Were thine heart a little compassionate, how good…

Were thine heart a little compassionate, how good it would be!
Were a little of thy love bestowed upon me" how kind it would be!

I, who through grief for thee, weep and lament at thy threshold--
Were thine ear inclined to my complainings, how meet it would be!

Whoso blame, and cry out against me for my love for thee--
Were they aware of thy beauty's perfection, how proper it would be!

They who now boast, before the world, of their austerity and self-control--
Were they to refrain from looking at thee, how seemly it would be!

After death, should my grave, in some such place be situated,
Where the path of the beautiful may ever lie, how delightful it would be!

In thy alley, many greyhounds and other dogs are lying about--
Were I, too, accounted amongst them, how fortunate it would be!

My grief for thee, cannot he quenched in this short existence--
Were the life of Khushhal to be very, very long, how fitting it would be!