Do not stir the ashes of my heart,
Do not breathe upon them with a smile.
Do not stir the ashes of my heart,
Do not breathe upon them with a smile.
These lamps, they are still lamps, you see,
Lest they scorch your hand, carefully.
Do not stir the ashes of my heart.
New eras bring forth new dreams,
New seasons, roses in their gleams.
New eras bring forth new dreams,
New seasons, roses in their gleams.
These lamps of love, they softly glow,
These lamps of love, a tender show,
Do not let hatred's wind now blow.
Do not stir the ashes of my heart.
Behold, the moon's petals, spread,
Through nights, like whispers softly said,
Behold, the moon's petals, spread,
Through nights, like whispers softly said,
Your name, on shifting sands they trace,
Your name, upon the shore's embrace,
Lest a wave come, and erase,
Do not stir the ashes of my heart.
From my ghazal's dew-kissed eyes,
I gather blooms of grief's disguise,
From my ghazal's dew-kissed eyes,
I gather blooms of grief's disguise,
Let my kingdom be my art,
Let my kingdom be my art,
May God not grant a throne to start,
May God not grant a throne to start,
Do not stir the ashes of my heart,
Do not breathe upon them with a smile.
These lamps, they are still lamps, you see,
Lest they scorch your hand, carefully.
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