O ye hear not what the stars in secret influence comment,
Nor read this line that counting more by nights and days,
Behind the curtain of sun's eye, too, shall fade away in waking hour;
And by equal measure apart from each to each stands still,
Indeed! by thatch-eaves is run through the window of my wall,
Against all else to confide in the bonanza of yore dream:
Lo! the painted sky holds so many lovely things in deep azure,
All but for a moment by thy graceful ease; youth's love in perfection,
Not least from beauty's look can hide the panorama of this world,
Eclips'd of eyes so blind, a man-in-the-moon at arrow's distance,
Oft mark'd by canker and a rose in desert titan, dear friend,
Hath departed with all his astronomy of aeon years ago.
(C) Naveed Khalid
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