Your words were good
Cool nights were nice
We used to go to the village on a train
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Do not raise your voice
The silent city is not allowed to be disgraced
All I can say is that the people of the city died
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Murshid is there even when he is far away
So Murshid understands my grief
The intellect is no longer on the abode
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I spent time wondering
I saw such a sight
He used to teach me how to bow down
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There is a ghazal in ecstasy
There is ghazal in the cloud of mercy
Both seem to me
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I make lamps even from the scars of the heart
I make my desolation beautiful
Whether it is the winter season or the rainy season
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The eye opens with a sigh
The body is cut with a saw
I will go to meet my family
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Then there is the same tribulation
We have a cold weather
Chaining takes place in the morning
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I did not go into the water because of fear
Still I drowned in the water
The moon did not rise to the surface again
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I will perish in its fire
I am about to be separated from my soil
Even after death I will spread light
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