“Saqiya Mara Daryab” – ساقيا مرا درياب

Artist: Ahmad Zahir. Rough Translation: “I wanted the mystics and the saints to come save me, and I wanted a taste of their madness and spiritual ecstasy as well. But what I got out of it was nothing but the pain and insanity of longing and endless worrying, along with a bad reputation and ridicule from all and sundry. But it’s an odd paradox, because I don’t want the orthodox or the normal ones to insist that I regret it or repent from any of it either. This itself was a form of repentance! Nor was I aware until now that it would make me complete and whole. Nevertheless, deep down inside, I fear that all of this will be ridiculed and mocked. And that I will die as a madman who laughs at his own jokes in isolation. Perhaps this life and this existence is just an empty illusion, the way her love is. I could be totally wrongheaded about everything. Who knows? But I’m drunk off of her vibes regardless of any of it, I love her and I won’t ever know why. So let destiny and fate decide the outcome of this effort at love and romance. And don’t ever let it end, my love. You’re not just the object of my love and desire. You’re the object of my contemplation and worship as well. You’re my only dream and hope in life. To me, you’re the goddess of class and elegance and style and grace.”

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