(Poem 15 of 18)

Kade Aa Mil Birhon Sataayi Nu

O come and meet this separation-tormented one!

Had you loved, you too would shriek and wail aloud.
But how could you know the pain of another?

If you want to receive love,
First of all, give your severed head to your lord.

The intoxicated ones have crossed over,
My fate is in your hands.

This river of sorow, this unjust torment,
Has flung me into a ruinous darkness.

I left my parents, forgot my friends,
In devotion to your merciful name.

O come and meet this separation-tormented one!

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