For years, I awaited the morning breeze,
For years, the morning breeze,
A window, it stayed open for years,
Awaiting the breeze.
A day, her love poured down in rain,
A day, her love,
And I, drenched, remained for years,
And I, for years,
A window, it stayed open for years,
Awaiting the breeze.
The goblets of her eyes, I recall,
The goblets, I recall,
Without drink, intoxication held for years,
Without drink, for years,
A window, it stayed open for years,
Awaiting the breeze.
Then, at last, a ghazal I wrote,
Then, at last,
Of you, I thought, for countless years,
Of you, for years,
A window, it stayed open for years,
Awaiting the breeze.
Distances, they could not lessen, Kaiser,
Distances, they did not,
Face to face, we remained for years,
Face to face, for years,
A window, it stayed open for years,
Awaiting the breeze.
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