Black Hair
Last night my kisses drowned in the softness of black hair,
And my kisses like bees went plundering the softness of black hair.
Last night my hands were thrust in the mystery of black hair,
And my kisses like bees went plundering the sweetness of pomegranates
And among the scents of the harvest above my queen's neck, the
	harvest of black hair;
And my teeth played with the golden skin of her two ears.
Last night my kisses drowned in the softness of black hair,
And my kisses like bees went plundering the softness of black hair.

Your kisses went plundering the scents of my harvest, O friend,
And the scents laid you drunk at my side. As sleep overcame Bahram
In the bed of Sarasya, so sleep overcame you on my bed.
I know one that has sworn your hurt for stealing the roses from my cheeks,
Has sworn your hurt even to death, the Guardian of black hair.
Last night my kisses drowned in the softness of black hair,
And my kisses like bees went plundering the softness of black hair.

My hurt, darling? The sky will guard me if you wish me guarded.
But now for my defence, dearest, roll me a cudgel of black hair;
And give me the whiteness of your face, I am hungry for it like 
	 a young bird.
Still, if you wish me there, loosen me among the wantonness of black hair.
Last night my kisses drowned in the softness of black hair,
And my kisses like bees went plundering the softness of black hair.

Sweet friend, I will part the curtain of black hair and let you
	into the white garden of my breast.
But I fear you will despise me and not look back when you go away.
I am so beautiful and so white that the lamp-light faints to see my face,
And also God has given me for adornment my heavy black hair.
Last night my kisses drowned in the softness of black hair,
And my kisses like bees went plundering the softness of black hair.

He has made you beautiful even among his most beautiful;
I am your little slave. O queen, cast me a little look.
I sent you the message of love at the dawn of day,
But my heart is stung by a snake, the snake of black hair.
Last night my kisses drowned in the softness of black hair,
And my kisses like bees went plundering the softness of black hair.

Fear not, dear friend, I am the Charmer,
My breath will charm the snake upon your heart;
But who will charm the snake on my honour, my sad honour?
If you love me, let us go from Pakli. My husband is horrible.
From this forth I give you command over black hair.
Last night my kisses drowned in the softness of black hair,
And my kisses like bees went plundering the softness of black hair.

Muhammadji  has power over the poets of Pakli,
He takes tax from the Amirs of great Delhi.
He reigns over an empire and governs with a sceptre of black hair.
Last night my kisses drowned in the softness of black hair,
And my kisses like bees went plundering the softness of black hair.

                           From the Afghan of Muhammadji (19th C)