Ghazel 7 By Ghalib
We never had the chance to meet our beloved
however long we lived we would live in longing
If we had lived for the promise of heaven we didn’t believe
had we we would have died in the joy of its word
Imagine what you think of as grief were a spark
from the vein of the stone would flow life’s blood
Who has seen the single face of the beloved
if one of us glimpsed her shadow she unravels
With questions of faith and thirsting ideals
they might call me a priest if I wasn’t a drunk
however long we lived we would live in longing
If we had lived for the promise of heaven we didn’t believe
had we we would have died in the joy of its word
Imagine what you think of as grief were a spark
from the vein of the stone would flow life’s blood
Who has seen the single face of the beloved
if one of us glimpsed her shadow she unravels
With questions of faith and thirsting ideals
they might call me a priest if I wasn’t a drunk
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