Did not I tell you?
That love is a life of sorrow and grief
Haunted, miserable, cry and weep
If truly love you do,
You will lose to it your youthful sleep!
And did not I tell you?
That the world love to enjoy
The other’s hue and cry
Hide, leave and lie
Can give you that ease of mind
What the truth cannot buy.
Ah! did not I tell you?
That dreams are wild and unruly,
Chasing them could hurt you truly
Oh! What could be done now!
You have loved fairly and dearly.
Now I tell you again
But with a different strain
Lose not your heart to gain,
Strive, achieve and reign
Or lie to death in vain.
Written by Israr Khan ( Lawangin)
