My Love is as dear as blooming lotus.

As dear as princess of fairyland.

Her heart as gentle as divine
heart,

She is love galore in her
fathomless heart.

She is as far as twinkling stars.

She is as near as light of those
stars

Her smile as elegant as innocent flower,

Everybody says, she is an angle�s
daughter.

And her eyes, she turns like
shooting star,

From heaps of clouds, she peeped.

With that enchanting sweet smile,


And aroma I read.

She is as dear as greatest artist
art;

Everybody murmurs marvelous,

Even my poetic undying care and
admiration

While writing verse, smile and
aroma evoke reaction

And in her devotion, I get no
other imagination

Everybody says her beauty glows
forever.

By every word of praise,

Gazals and poem have no power.

To stand against her dazzling
eyes.

She is as dear as debonair lotus.

She is as fair as azure white
cloud

Lonely she walked, following
midday sun,

She admired this poor poet�s
heart..