scattered at the altar
rays of light
playing truant on the waters.
Do not wipe reflections
Away form your face
The lines of old emotions
Lighted in their emotions.
Someone had thrown
The sky, overwrought with storm clouds
in the lake.
But with luck
They turned around
And mingled with the waters,
Churning in turmoil
And what emerged is a color
That tinted you and me.
Someone must have seen
Your cry in anguish
And mixed the vast sky
Into the lake where your tears fell
Deep blue, azures like the seas
Your reflection
Unhindered and clear
In the water mixed with the sky.
Ghalib, The Indian beloved, Urdu Odes
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