| You Stay Away, My Angry Love |
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| Ye Tulip Faced, Thee I'd Hold |
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| Would He Grace In The Balcony |
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| White Are The Robes, My Kamdev Wears |
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| When Count Is Taken of Thy Braids |
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| Veer-nag, I'll Go To Usher Thee |
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| This Is Rasul Mir, at Shahabad, Doru |
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| This New Volume |
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| This Sepration Srom Thee My Love |
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| That Face Is The Kaaba of Beauty |
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