I partake of the wine of love from your eyes, O Noor!
I leave behind the web of deceitful lies, O Noor!

The fragrance of your attar lingers on my kameez.
My own reflection I fail to recognize, O Noor!

They say you are a mere courtesan. I disagree.
Your ada can coax even the dead to rise, O Noor!

You dance on the gold coins showered by your worshippers.
Do your eyes spot me, as I sit in disguise, O Noor?

You’re more than a muse for my amateur poetry.
In my bedchamber still echo our shared sighs, O Noor!

You may be the queen of bees as you flit ‘tween roses.
But betray me not, else I’ll chart my demise, O Noor!

Glossary:

Aashiq - Lover
Attar - Naturally extracted perfume
Kameez - A long tunic
Ada - Grace, Charm