I Long For My Beloved

I long for my beloved. One speaks, laughing in delight, Another weeps, sobs, dies. Tell the beautiful, blossoming springtime, I long for my beloved. My ablutions have gone to waste, His heart is hard. Might as well burn my jewels and adornments! I long for my beloved. I have driven messengers crazy, Encased myself in sorrow. Come home, dear one, let me see you. I long for my beloved. Says Bulla, when my lord comes home. I will clasp him, my Ranjha, in a tight embrace! All sorrows flown across the ocean. I long for my beloved.