Game of Chess: Part IX
For Those Dark Eyes and Zafraan Face
Here I stand, gazing at the road
Seeing millions, but not one who’d steal the show
Khoda knows, what stories these people have to tell
Mine’s one of sorrow after seeing eyes that glow
I’m terribly restless in this Restaurant, all alone
The waiters and the waitresses are eyeing my every scent
Even the Berbera has lost its beauty to me
I wonder what she’s doing at this very moment
After the Bebera comes the Red Burgundy Wine
I’m sinking, I’ve drunk more than one too many
All I can see are those dark eyes of her
If only she knew the sorrow in all her beauty
Oh Khoda, would it be too much is Asrar says
Show me those eyes tonight, even if it’s just for once
And I promise you with all my heartI won’t venture a second glance
-- Somewhere, sometime in England
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