Hafiz Ghazal 450
Ghazal 450 For a long time, has left me with concerns Embraces strangers, yet lovers he spurns. Not even upon my state had a glance In this way, praise of the wise ones he earns. Better to keep his arm in his sleeve Hearts of the gifted artists, his hand churns. Neither rose nor nightingale are spared the pain of love One rends its garment, other crying, yearns. He who seeks obedience in colorful & patched robes His graceful eye, upon the ignorant turns. He is the apple of my eyes, light of my... Sign in to see full entry.