A thousand yearnings, each a breath that ebbs,
So many desires, yet so few appease.
We're told of Adam's exile, a tale of old,
But from your street, we fled, stripped of all ease.
In love, the boundaries blur, between life and death,
We live by gazing on the one whose breath we need.
A thousand yearnings, each a breath that ebbs,
So many desires, yet so few appease.
For God's sake, tyrant, lift your veil of grace,
Lest this beloved too, should prove to be the same,
Where is Ghalib, the tavern's door, and where the preacher?
But this we know, tomorrow, we will leave again.
A thousand yearnings, each a breath that ebbs,
So many desires, yet so few appease.
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