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,