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The Wine Remaining Ghazal-15

I long for manly weapons— Bow, dagger, spear and sword. O, do not come with me, For mine is Shabbir’s way.

Look at me gathering Straw for a nest, And look at me again, Wishing for fire to burn it off.

He said: “Keep your lips sealed. Let not My secret be betrayed.” I said: “O no, I must Proclaim that You are great.”

He said: “Ask for Whatever is your wish.” I said: “I wish to know The mystery of fate.”

All that I know About my life is this: A dream forgotten, which I wish To have interpreted for me.

O where is that alluring glance That captivated my heart first? God bless you, I desire That arrow once again.