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"That love which turned away from us,
Now tell me, how is it doing?
No kindness, no fury remains —
Should I then recite a true poem?
A separation that clings to me,
Should I repeat it endlessly?
That poison poured into my heart —
Should I now pamper its whims tenderly?
A fire of lonely sorrow,
That spreads through my entire being,
When the whole body is burning,
What’s the point of shielding the heart’s lining?
We are the melody of some ghazals,
We are the faces of dreams untold,
Without the passion of longing,
What is there left for the heart to unfold?
If there’s no dream at all to chase,
Then tell me — what is l
eft in its place?"**
Now tell me, how is it doing?
No kindness, no fury remains —
Should I then recite a true poem?
A separation that clings to me,
Should I repeat it endlessly?
That poison poured into my heart —
Should I now pamper its whims tenderly?
A fire of lonely sorrow,
That spreads through my entire being,
When the whole body is burning,
What’s the point of shielding the heart’s lining?
We are the melody of some ghazals,
We are the faces of dreams untold,
Without the passion of longing,
What is there left for the heart to unfold?
If there’s no dream at all to chase,
Then tell me — what is l
eft in its place?"**
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