Friday, 6. April 2007
Thinking Of
a blue lightning of laughter, he remembers Ghalib:
"vuh gul jis gulsitāñ meñ jalvah-farmāʾī kare ġhālib chaṭaknā ġhunchah-e gul kā ṣadā-e ḳhandah-e dil hai"
In the garden in which that rose grants us audience, Ghalib, The opening-burst of the rosebud is the sound of heart's laughter.
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