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Body and soul to your will ! Show me
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The right path, and sustain my failing courage
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The buds are amazed when they behold
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Sunset fire and morning dew,
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Black night and radiant flowering dawn.
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Lightning struck my nest, high up
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On the branch, setting it ablaze.
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A fine illumination, the gardener thought !
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Love's alchemy changed my dross into gold,
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When its flames enveloped me from top to toe.
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How false the fear my friends had fed me on !
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How to one, whose mind is not awake,
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Can winter and summer be different things ?
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For what to him are feasts of flowers ?
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The flower prides itself on beauty, and claims
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Its fragrance, lovely Messes and its mole
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Are a soothing balm for broken hearts.
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Ephemeral, however, is his glory !
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Death's harbingers, storm and decay,
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Soon pursue him to an early grave.
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The bulbul to the flower 'Superb is your beauty,
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But for one defect - you don't have speech !
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And no one survives here without this gift !'
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Remember, life 's a queer blend of opposites -
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Song and lamentation, bustle and haste,
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Now dance, now clangorous din rending the air
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Bulbul, the householder, sees the flower,
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His guest, arrive when day dawns, and depart
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At dusk. He waits for the end of it all.
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O Mahjoor, become the spring breeze
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Moving towards the garden with slow steps,
And keep on waking up sleeping souls !
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