Everything that is around is all you, all you and you!

You will see this hair - your head will spin.
What is there! You look into these eyes - you will hardly remain alive.

If bows-eyebrows shoot out a cloud of arrows out of mischief -
Indifferent and in love, they stumble around like grass.

She will move her eyes like a Chinese gazelle -
When we lose our senses, we will smell the musk first.

Passion alone pierces the soul, the mind is tormented by the same passion:
Having given your life, to gain the right for this charm for a moment.

Ah, Babur, the stronger, the sweeter this oppression!
This is her custom: beauty is always right.

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Everything that is around is all you, all you and you!
Breath, heartbeat - all you, all you and you!
My love and my life in this and in this world,
My best friend is all you, all you and you!

Babur