Mir Taqi Mir

about love

What can I say of love to thee, soul's ailment and calamity. It's only love wherever you see, love fills this world entirely. Love is the mode and style of love, it's man below and God above. Both lover and beloved be love's self-involved entirely. If God's worship is true you say, then love is good in every way. So charming beautiful is she? That love I seek, though foe she be. Is there a paramour like me, amongst lovers whosoever be. Love an improper thing you deem, for love does no one ever dream? Miirji, colour's drained from you by love, have you been smitten too?

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