2887 When I pass through your street, my dear (English poetry).

Punjabi version 2365

Hindi version 2885

When I pass through your street, my dear,

I spread the sound of bangles clear.

My lips may be silent, say not a word,

But eyes reveal secrets, all unheard.

Though I stay shy, from sight concealed,

Your name in henna, my hands have revealed.

Like the moon follows its shining light,

When I see you, it feels so right.

It’s like an old friend, a charming sight,

She calls to me, and I smile bright.

Beloved, show me your face so near,

Don’t ever leave me, don’t disappear.

Keep our love forever sincere,

And I’ll keep every promise, dear.

Come, my love, I’m lost in you,

For your love, I’d go through and through.

If you say it’s my fault, that’s fine,

But never leave, let’s not draw a line.

I can’t bear to be distant, resign—

I’ll tie us close, forever entwined.