In the heart's desert, half-bloomed,
lie innocent buds, whispered names.
In the heart's desert, half-bloomed,
lie innocent buds, whispered names.
A ghazal, two smiles unfurled,
a ghazal, two smiles unfurled,
for eyes that speak, their silent flames.
In the heart's desert, half-bloomed,
lie innocent buds, whispered names.
The path departs,
to which horizon, to which shore?
The path departs,
to which horizon, to which shore?
What has become of me,
bound to your memories' core?
A ghazal, two smiles unfurled,
a ghazal, two smiles unfurled,
for eyes that speak, their silent flames.
In the heart's desert, half-bloomed,
lie innocent buds, whispered names.
To my name, now,
fragrance is bestowed, a fragrant dress.
To my name, now,
fragrance is bestowed, a fragrant dress.
For this garden's flower,
to her dewy lips, I confess.
A ghazal, two smiles unfurled,
a ghazal, two smiles unfurled,
for eyes that speak, their silent flames.
In the heart's desert, half-bloomed,
lie innocent buds, whispered names.
Thinking of her, Shahzad,
your heart's own pulsing beat,
Thinking of her, Shahzad,
your heart's own pulsing beat,
which does now tremble and leap,
to all hopes, so very sweet.
Which does now tremble and leap,
to all hopes, so very sweet.
A ghazal, two smiles unfurled,
a ghazal, two smiles unfurled,
for eyes that speak, their silent flames.
In the heart's desert, half-bloomed,
lie innocent buds, whispered names.
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