Poetic Reflections on Love and Longing
Ghazal
There is grief, to be sure—but not grief without limit;
My eyes are only faintly crimson from the force of tears.
Here everyone frets solely for his own advantage;
No one spares a moment’s thought for anyone else.
Our wings were severed before we tasted the thrill of flight;
This is the dread of parting, not the longing for union.
The real delight is to keep smiling even after defeat;
To win every time is hardly a marvel.
One must dive deep before rising once more to the surface;
The setting of the sun is no proof of decline.