Ghazal (Ghalib)

It's long since I've met my poet
Long has the lamp passed before poets been silent

My hand picks up once again the pieces of my heart
It's long since I held his image mirrored in my head

I hurt once again from all this disciplined binding
It's been years since I've gone screaming and tearing

Once again the heart roams his streets of regret
My once beloved house has become deserted

Once again I long for those leisure days and nights
I sit alone having made him the muse to my poet

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