Good news,oh sublime pleasure of imprisonment that there is in view, An useless trap near the cage of captured bird. The soul that is thirsty for torments,consolation did not occur, I caused a river of blood flow near the root of every thorn. The eyes closed only while being opened,alas, At a fantastic time you came to this sick lover. Even I would not have died with pauses if instead of a tongue, My intimate friend had had a single sharpish dagger. Go and sit in the mouth of a tiger,but oh heart, Please do not stroll near heart-tormenting beauties. (In hope of favour.) Having seen you as the garden blooms, By itself the flowers arrive at near the corner of turban-sash. He died having cracked open his head,the wild "Ghalib" alas, For that coming and sitting near your wall of his.
Posted on: Mon, 29 Jul 2013 17:46:25 +0000
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