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Saaeb
Your beloved eyes
Are glassy and
Intoxicated
The antimony
In his eyes is
Breathless and trembling
At times
My lips lose
Their silence
And my legs
Totter/shake!
O Cup bearer
Be not offended
With me…
‘Tis my youthful
Exuberance!
My heart is a sieve
With piercing darts
Of his eyelashes
Still he cares
Not about my
State – what kind
Of Favor is
This!
Far from meeting
Him am I –
Of what use
Such a life!
My life
Does not cease
How painful is
Such an end!
Saaeb how can
Your heart beat…
So very wounded
Are you!
Arrives your
Friend - head held high
Time has come
Your life to
Sacrifice!
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