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Khushk shud kisht-e- ummid-e- mā wa shud qaht-e- wafa /
ze ātish-e-dil yā dar āb-e- chashm-e- mā bārān namānd.
The pastures of our hope have dried and there is a famine of true love;
No water remained in our eyes and no rain is there because of the fire in our heart.