The sun has concealed its spring-like blush. I have become true; I have twisted my bodies. I forgot the pain and did not go with you. Your love made me dance, and thus I became this way.

In this beautiful verse, Bulleh Shah paints a picture of cosmic loss and divine intoxication. The Shayar describes the setting—the sun has set, and the evening's glow remains, painting everything with a lingering redness. He speaks of a state of forgetting, suggesting that the Beloved's love has rendered him utterly lost. It is a profound expression of Sufi devotion, where the lover's heart is so consumed by passion that reality itself seems to blur into a beautiful, ecstatic oblivion.