It seemed
As if the moon played hide and seek
With the dark clouds
It seemed
On marking,
Marking the burkhawalli,
The burkhawalli mistress.

The young girl
I peeped into just through the window
Though I should not have into anybody’s house,
I glanced through the lattices
The young maiden,
The beauty queen
Whom I thought of bringing home.

Burkhawalli
My love.