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O God! Teach a little Love to my happy Intellect.
It loves fine stitching but my shirt has no collar |
As I got Love’s ardor the angels said on azal’s morning
“You are like the grave’s candle, you have no assembly” |
No friend is available here, this land is friendless, O Heart!
You want something from me which does not exist under the sky |
The Arab architect made it distinct from the whole world
The foundation of our nation’s fort is not geographical unity |
Why this coming and going, future’s concern is a conceit
We are manifest in everything, we do not have any homeland |
Somebody should take my message to the Makhzan’s editor
Activist nations do not have taste for poetic literature! |
Translated by: M.A.K. Khalil |
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