Come My Love

Come my love, Come my Cashmere, Before the cup of life is filled, You aren't no man's land, Let me crawl a little, On the thorns of life, Before I fall and fail in love. What in man's nature, You do love I know, From all before health and wealth. O' frail! O' fragile! O' brittle! On what of your promises, One can feed to believe, But a poor strangled, In the web of love, When the men of world, Break into, to enjoy, The regime of beauties, Dew pearled, pomegranate cheeks, And the glance of radiant glow: Like a black cloud cherishing, Lavishly on the frost snow of moon. © Saadat Ali Khan Noahani