Don't tell to her, Ghazal

Dear breeze go across the hills to her

But my condition, don’t tell to her.

 I spend my restless nights, awakened

in her remembrance,  don’t tell to her.

Pain of my heart became unbearable

only she can heal, don’t tell to her.

When she will know about my state,

she will be sad, don’t tell to her.

Keep her adobe soothe and aromatic

but I have told you, don’t tell to her.

Tell, I live only in her reminiscence;

Left days are few, don’t tell to her.

Birds crows, bees listen to me please

if happen to be there don’t tell to her.