Monday, November 30, 2015
A version after Iqbal
By what words can I deem you
desire of the nightingale's heart?
The morning breeze was your cradle,
the garden a tray of perfumes.
My tears rain like dew,
and in my barren heart your ruin
an emblem of mine,
my life a dream of roses.
By Rafiq Kathwari, whose debut collection, In Another Country, is available here.
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