Enough of smiling, lamenting,
Let her come, no more approaching.
From a summit let her come down,
To meet her there no more climbing;
I want to be so stand aloof,
Let air no more find me blocking.
Now that I've made my mind steady,
Fear there's of fight nor yet falling;
Disappear from stage, O Pen-pusher,
E'en you find it hard, you finding.
Translations/Ghazal |01.03.2019 |
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