May I line your gazelle-like eyes
With kohl so fine? I asked.
She smiled and said,
'I do it best—why not let these hands of mine? '
'What secret does kohl bestow? ' I asked.
She said, 'It reveals the truth from the false,
The light from the shadow.'
'Some dwell in splendor, while some remain forlorn—why so? ' I asked.
She said, 'From this very contrast, my purpose is born.'
—Sochkrāl
(Translation: MyKoul)
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