BRIGHT ROSE :
BY Allama Iqbal
You cannot loosen the heart's knot;
perhaps you have no heart,
no share in the chaos
of this garden, where I yearn (for what?)
but harvest no roses.
Of what use to me is wisdom?
Having abandoned the garden,
you are at peace, while I remain anxious,
disconsolate in my terror.
Perhaps Jamshid's empty cup
foretold the future, but may wine
never satisfy my mouth,
till I find you in the mirror
perhaps you have no heart,
no share in the chaos
of this garden, where I yearn (for what?)
but harvest no roses.
Of what use to me is wisdom?
Having abandoned the garden,
you are at peace, while I remain anxious,
disconsolate in my terror.
Perhaps Jamshid's empty cup
foretold the future, but may wine
never satisfy my mouth,
till I find you in the mirror
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