Aate hi tu ne ghar ke phir jaane ki sunai

You came, and of your leaving was the tale you told; How could I not be stunned? So bitter and so cold was the tale you told.

Of lovers famed in stories, brave and bold, I'd only heard, till my own life was the tale I told.

When I complained about the way you'd always scold, In answer to my plea, a new one was the tale you told.

The moralist speaks on, his wisdom ages-old, But in my trance of love, no other was the tale I told.

I never could reveal my full heart, bought and sold; Just half was shared, then half again, was the tale I told.

How could I ever hope your visage to behold, When not a single whisper was the tale you told?

When Zauq, I asked a kiss for my heart's worth in gold, In answer, only words of scorn was the tale you told.