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Feb 11, 2021 02:20 PM Feb 11, 2021 02:20 PM
By what words can I deem you desire of the nightingale's heart? The morning breeze was your cradle, the garden a tray of perfumes. *** My tears rain like dew, and in my barren heart your ruin an emblem of mine, my life a dream of roses. _____________ Translated by Rafiq Kathwari Source: Big City Lit
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