Her simplicity, O God
Is beyond my words!
Who would not die for it?
She gets so angry at me
As to murder me
And still
No sword in her hands!
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is sādgī pe kaun na mar jaa.e ai ḳhudā
laḌte haiñ aur haath meñ talvār bhī nahīñ
- MIRZA GHALIB
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