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"You say, 'we won't give back the heart, if we find
it lying [around]'
Where is the heart, that it would be lost? --we
‘found' our object!"
She used to break my heart; I
used to shed a tear.
The world has become cruel
now; nobody does it for me
anymore.
2
Would you call it a fall from grace if it never ends?
3
"My heart, with hidden flame, unceremoniously burned
So to speak: like silent fire, it burned"
4
“Scent of the rose, lament of the heart, smoke of
the lamp of the gathering
Whoever emerged from your gathering, emerged
disordered”
5
Come along friend!
The destination is chaos.
6
I wait an eternity, for a glance so cruel.
7
“In the heart weeping again raised a unique tumult,
overcoming [me]
Ah, that drop that hadn't emerged! --thus a typhoon emerged”
8
“Even from the factory of madness I emerged naked
A collar or two didn't turn out to be in my destiny”
9
I have this one heart left to offer, but it
won't come cheap.
10
For whom the bell tolls? It tolls for thee.
11
“In life, the apprehension of death had gripped me
Even before taking flight, my color was pallid”
12
“The recipes of faithfulness, I was compiling
The sum of my thought was still fragmentary”
13
Your wish is my command.
14
Who’s that insolent drinking in the
mosque?
Ghalib, of course.
15
“The counting of the prayer-beads was enjoyable to the
difficulty-loving idol
The spectacle of the holding of a hundred hearts in one hand
pleased her
16
“In the world, the image of 'faithfulness' did not become a
cause for comfort
This is that word, that did not become ashamed before
Meaning”
17
For one moment, it’s all worth it.
18
I grant you permission:
Go forth and love.
19
“I will show a spectacle, if the world would give me leisure
My every wound in the heart is an excellent seed of a
'fireworks-tree'”
20
“Your glory made of the mirror-chamber that state-The state that a ray of the sun would make of a land of dew”
21
To be or not to be; that has never been my question.
22
And now you ask me to dance?
I will.
23
“The picture is a plaintiff-- about whose mischievousness of
writing?
Of paper is the robe of every figure of the picture”
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it lying [around]'
Where is the heart, that it would be lost? --we
‘found' our object!"
She used to break my heart; I
used to shed a tear.
The world has become cruel
now; nobody does it for me
anymore.
2
Would you call it a fall from grace if it never ends?
3
"My heart, with hidden flame, unceremoniously burned
So to speak: like silent fire, it burned"
4
“Scent of the rose, lament of the heart, smoke of
the lamp of the gathering
Whoever emerged from your gathering, emerged
disordered”
5
Come along friend!
The destination is chaos.
6
I wait an eternity, for a glance so cruel.
7
“In the heart weeping again raised a unique tumult,
overcoming [me]
Ah, that drop that hadn't emerged! --thus a typhoon emerged”
8
“Even from the factory of madness I emerged naked
A collar or two didn't turn out to be in my destiny”
9
I have this one heart left to offer, but it
won't come cheap.
10
For whom the bell tolls? It tolls for thee.
11
“In life, the apprehension of death had gripped me
Even before taking flight, my color was pallid”
12
“The recipes of faithfulness, I was compiling
The sum of my thought was still fragmentary”
13
Your wish is my command.
14
Who’s that insolent drinking in the
mosque?
Ghalib, of course.
15
“The counting of the prayer-beads was enjoyable to the
difficulty-loving idol
The spectacle of the holding of a hundred hearts in one hand
pleased her
16
“In the world, the image of 'faithfulness' did not become a
cause for comfort
This is that word, that did not become ashamed before
Meaning”
17
For one moment, it’s all worth it.
18
I grant you permission:
Go forth and love.
19
“I will show a spectacle, if the world would give me leisure
My every wound in the heart is an excellent seed of a
'fireworks-tree'”
20
“Your glory made of the mirror-chamber that state-The state that a ray of the sun would make of a land of dew”
21
To be or not to be; that has never been my question.
22
And now you ask me to dance?
I will.
23
“The picture is a plaintiff-- about whose mischievousness of
writing?
Of paper is the robe of every figure of the picture”
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