Mir Taqi Mir

your beauty was deceptive

As long as ardour lasted, my sorrow I sustained, listless when my heart became, deeply was I pained. Your beauty was deceptive and O! to such extent, even after you matured this wonder never went. The corner of my vestment my heart never attained, a drop of blood congealed upon my lashes remained. I have heard it said that Lailaa's camp was black and glum, maybe they were mourning there for Manjuu.n's martyrdom. By the sacred garments of the priest be not impressed, he was in the mosque and yet, the truth never possessed. It was when you strewed your tresses that I came to know, lifelong here my heart's hopes shall stay scattered anyhow. From her lips, bitterness, was all I did receive, for me even nectar thus was poisonous, I grieve where the true saga of my weeping was contained, sodden, moist for ages then, that paper remained. The dawn of dotage Mirr anon will into dusk descend, yet you remained unaware that life is short my friends.

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