A thousand longings, a soul's deep sigh,
Each wish expiring, as moments die.
So many hopes, they dared to bloom,
Yet still so few escaped the tomb.
We've heard the tale of Eden's fall,
Of Adam's exile, standing tall.
But shame and sorrow, a wretched plight,
Followed you, into fading light.
In love's embrace, no difference lies,
Between living breath and closing eyes.
We live by her, her presence near,
And breathe our last, sustained by fear.
A thousand longings, a soul's deep sigh,
Each wish expiring, as moments die.
So many hopes, they dared to bloom,
Yet still so few escaped the tomb.
For God's own sake, do not unveil,
Oh cruel one, lest the heart fail.
Lest here, as there, the idol stands,
A faithless beauty, in these lands.
Where is the tavern, Ghalib, say?
And where the preacher, come what may?
We know this much, and nothing more:
Tomorrow, sorrow will walk the door.
A thousand longings, a soul's deep sigh,
Each wish expiring, as moments die.
So many hopes, they dared to bloom,
Yet still so few escaped the tomb.
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