My Burqawalli (Just For Her)

Under the patches of clouds, The fairly shining moon is she, Playing hide and seek, Burqawalli, The beauty behind the veil Talking through gestures, Holding laughters in cheek, Smiling herself within And sharing with herself only. Burqawalli, I see her striding alone A stretch of land, Going all alone, But the desire to be along Materializing it not, As she following me as a shadow And leaving behind too as a shadow And I feeling it not If she was with, A burqa-clad girl, Burqawalli, my mistress. Her negative I still see it, Like and love to posses, The negative of hers, I keeping it with, Trying to recognize in light When all alone, How was she, Who was she, My love, my dark lady, Burqawalli, The queen of my dreams, Oh, my dreamgirl? Coming into the dreams of mine Just like thumri, ghazal, Shayari, quawalli, Slowly and slowly And sadly, A girl whom I love, A girl whom I admire As she my ghazal, She my thumri, She my quawalli, Thumri, Her picture dancing before And I like some ustad Playing the tabla classically.