Since long have I been thinking of marrying the lovely daughter
Of the fanatic,
So much so conservative, orthodox and blind
And the daughter of that fellow, want I to marry, hold in
As for my love to her,
As for my sympathy and affection,
As love I her very much, like I her very much
And none but she my love
The desire of marrying a fanatic’s daughter have I been
Keeping for so long,
As she will come to my home someday,
The beauty in the purdah, I think,
Under strictures and taboos
My love, age-old love for the suppressed queen of my heart,
Whose emotions and feelings,
They suppressed it for long,
Let her not express them,
Let her not go in her own,
Letting her not live and express.
And for the daughter of the fanatic, have I brought the things to be given to,
Which the orthodox papa knows it not
That I love her so much, I like her so much,
The queen of my heart,
The lady of my love
And I love her so much, I like her so much
The desire to marry, to marry the daughter of the fanatic had been The dream of mine
As she would come to my home,
A blonde in the purdah
To be my beloved,
The moon under the patches of clouds
And she stroking my beards.