The Bewitched Maiden

سۄنٛدرِ مےٚ کامہٕ دِوُن چاو گوم

Sondri me kaame diwun chaaw gom

Born as a pristine maiden, I was struck by the intoxicating arrow of worldly passion

یاوُن یام گوم پوشن موٚتُے

Yaawun yaam gom poshan motuy

My precious youth was entirely squandered, madly infatuated with fleeting, fragile blooms

سنگرُک شیٖن تہٕ وۄلرُک واو گوم

Sangaruk sheen te Wularuk waaw gom

My vitality vanished like melting snows on the high peaks and the restless winds of the Wular lake

مُہِتھ ٹھگ گوم وٲژٕس کوٚتُے

Muhith thag gom waatsas kotuy

The great trickster of the world utterly bewitched me—alas, where have I now arrived?

وُلگہِ بتَس کَنہٕ تہٕ تۄہ گوم

Wulge batas kani te towh gom

The pure, fine rice of my soul's sustenance has turned to bitter grit and worthless chaff

غٔرؠ بس دۄہ گوم ؤہرس اوٚتُے

Gariy bas doh gom wehras otuy

Pity on my wretched state! In this agonizing separation, a single day drags on like an entire year