AMIR KHUSRO writes: Cruel she is but don't call her thatCall her a lady though she is a bratNo one but her for me will doAlthough she is a perfect shrewI know a beauty who likes to boastOf a beau to fry, and a lover to roastWhen I fell in love, the preacher said"She's a predator; you'll soon be dead"You are a believer; she'll send you to hellFor she is a remorseless infidel" Without her you will be in painAnd she will leave you again and again"But...
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