My Bride

Though the honey bee has squeezed

Many sweet juice in honey yet my bride

Has mote sweetness than the honey

She prays with sincerity

And with concentration and does

Not leave her prayer though telephone

Bell rings constantly.

When after ironing my suit and preparing

My meals she changes her dress

The Ghazals (Lyric) Forgets the moon

And myrtal.

Whenever I invete my friends or guests

She roasts the legs of chickens and lamb

(And spends my lot of money on the higher

Quality of hospitality)

Romeo of England, Ranjah of Pakistan and

Joseph of Egypt envy Khamas and

All tongues pray for safety and

Protection of the couple.