She Was an Enchantress
— Mohammad Rafi
Who are you?
Are you the one?
She…
The one I came searching for yesterday.
Even the flower in my garden weeps,
It is not as beautiful as you.
Tell me, who are you really?
Why does my heart grow so tender toward you?
Are you that very one
Whom I have been seeking?
Did you never search for me?
Or perhaps you never understood me then.
Are you beautiful only for the color of your skin?
Or is it your soul that makes you an enchantress?
Yes… you are that one—
The one I am still searching for today.
Did you never search for me?
Perhaps you simply failed to understand me then.
Are you admired for your outer beauty?
Or cherished for the grace within?
You are that very one—
The one I have been searching for, even now.
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