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The Poet |
A nation is like a body, And the individuals in it the body’s limbs:
Those who walk the road of industry Are its hands and feet, |
The office of government is its beautiful face,
And the poet of tuneful melodies is its seeing eye. |
If just one limb should suffer pain, Tears will drop from the eye–
How anxious the eye is for the whole body! |
Translated by: Mustansir Mir |
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