O one with the tilted cap,
fitted cup parched open
O beloved seducer,
reflection of who's
endearing ways
...... are you?
You are locked
in my heart,
and my eyes
under your feet.
We're in your quest,
in who's quest
...... are you?
You plunder my soul,
plunder my heart
and mind,
you ascend great heights.
Which bird of desire
...... are you?
Words are sealed
within the lips
of exasperated Khusro.
O sweet voiced parrot,
who's purity of song
...... are you?

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