So it is

My Thought has grown fond of my Shadow.
They sigh in each other’s company and desire to swap roles.
You remember, like Heer desired to be Ranjha.
(Not that my Thought and my Shadow had much difference
between them; they both being dusky and unfathomed.)
I have seen the two from the beginning
of their amour. My Thought had wooed my Shadow
and then the latter to the former had possessed.
This incest has grown at its best,
in the twilight, when the two unite,

this season dont change the skin.
it is at its natural best.
u have the spots of grace, tranquillizing my sight.
often will yu see, in future, not something like this.
hold on, this season don't change the skin.

illusion there is none for now.
the trueness looks splendid.
the fear, the mercy, the love, the grief
all rolled there, don't seem to obscure your
appearance.
it stands perfect, with no show of pretence.
so let dat be, the skin, don't change it for now.