Haaey, agar vo duur ki safed lehrain
jinhaiN chaand chamakatay sagar pe nilhaa raha hai
mere paas phoolon ki tarah aateeN
to main tere liyay, meri jaan,
un ko chun chun kar lay aata.
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Oh, were the white waves,
Far on the glimmering sea
That the moonshine laves,
Dream flowers drifting to me, —
I would cull them, love, for thee.
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