Mirzya Page #6

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O Ioveiorn bird!

Give me news of my beloved

May she not die of thirst

Bring a beakful of water

O Ioveiorn bird!

Soochi, come out!

Look, she is sitting still

Please bring the bride

Move

Soochi, open up!

Soochi!

H happens.

Often it happens in love

Often it happens in love

One suffers the hurt

while the other bleeds

Any news?

Sir, their photographs have been

circulated

We must be missing something

Did you help them elope?

Where's the commissioner's daughter?

Come, son

It's all over

Nothing is over

Where will we go?

Beyond the desert

Across the border

We'll see once we get there

You okay?

Your shoe

Nothing Hes beyond the sky

There's only you...

...and me

Our love has three witnesses

There's God, you...

...and me

Why does the earth echo today?

The sky is lost in their story

Our love has three witnesses

There's God, you...

..and me

Let us open the sky and see

Perhaps another sky we'll find

Let us walk together

Let my sou! meet yours

Any petrol'?

Let Ioves fragrance soar

Only one bottle?

Let the dream stay a dream

Our love has three witnesses

There's God, you...

..and me

Where?

We're out of petrol

What now?

- Any news?

- Nothing, sir

- l-low far is the border'?

- 25 miles away

We've alerted the border patrol

We'll get them by sunset

We have to

Do not wear the noose of love

This rope is unending

You will never get Sahiba

You will never get Sahiba

Do not be born again, O Mirzya

The earth turned crimson

The sky turned copper

Blood gushed from his brow

His senses fading away

- l-low much further'?

- Not much

It'll soon be dark. We'll leave

at dawn

- l-low many bullets left'?

- Six

- Are they enough'?

- l-low many will come for us'?

Who knows! Many, if the police

come too

Maybe Karen will come

The first bullet is for...

...your Prince Karen

The second?

Maybe the Maharajah will come

And your father

He'll be there for sure

So, the second bullet is for

the Maharajah

The third is for your father

And?

The fourth. . .for you

The fifth...me

And the last bullet?

It could be for anyone

Soochi, get the horse!

Do not wear the noose of love

This rope is unending

You will never get Sahiba

Do not be born again, Mirzya

Soochi...

These valleys of milky mist

Centuries ow through here

Love never dies, O Mirzya

Forever lives the beloved Sahiba

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