I long for the smile of the beloved of God,
Her smile that felt the pain of his every nod.
Mehera is all grace that blesses our longing;
She is the laugh that encourages our singing.
Your forehead bears the scar of his infinite pain;
Always you hold him close and his beauty proclaim.
Your memory is a fire that never burns out;
Always the fire burns and consumes all doubt.
We long for your smile to renew our ardent tears;
We long for your eyes of light to remove our fears.
Only your love delights the Lord and Master;
Only your smile heals him with purest laughter.
Look my way with the light of brilliant purity:
May Darvish long with the pain of infinity.