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Unusual in state, distinct from the whole world they are
O Lord! Inhabitants of which habitation these Lovers are? |
Even during pathos’s cure I desperately love pathos
Blisters’ thorns have been extracted with needle’s point |
O Lord, the garden of my hopes may remain prosperous
I have raised these plants watering them with my blood |
The stars’ silence at night makes me weep
Strange my Love is, strange my Laments are |
Do not ask me of the pleasure of remaining destitute
Hundreds of nests have been made and destroyed by me |
Being a stranger to the journey’s companion is not good
O spark! Wait, after all we are also going to disappear |
Expectation for the houri has taught everything to the preacher
Only in appearance simple and straight forward these people are |
Why should not my verses be dear to me, O Iqbal
These the painful laments of my heart are |
Translated by: M.A.K. Khalil |
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