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Come That My Soul Has No ..

Come That My Soul Has No ..

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Come that my soul has no repose

Has no strength to bear the injustice of waiting

Heaven is given in return for the life of this world

But that high is not in proportion to this intoxication

Such longing has come from your company

That there is no control over my tears

Suspecting torment, you are indifferent to me

So no love resides in these clouds of dust

From my heart has lifted the meaning of pleasure

Without blossoms, there is no spring in life

You have pledged to kill me at last

But there is no determination in your promise

You have sworn by the wine, Ghalib

There is no faith in your avowal 


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