Why I'm not dying
Why I'm not dying,
Of the sorrow of separation,
Why I'm not dying,
Of this mourning intense.
Why I'm not dying,
Of the cruelty of this age,
Which snatches a lover from the lover.
Why I'm not dying
Of witnessing these mornings,
Which laugh at my sobs every rising day.
Why I'm not dying
Without my lover,
For it is a death, not to stare in the lover's eyes.
Why I'm not dying,
To see these unfaithful drops of dew,
That leave the flower upon seeing a slight warmth.
Why I'm not dying,
Of this deadly miserable life,
That I'm carrying with myself,
O'Rehman from so long