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,gazal by Majib Bastavi
I was not alone on my way to the liquer vendor

Everyone was drowned–noone thirstying any more

Tears, sighs, pain, desire

Tell me what was in my heart

I became a tireless travellwer on the path endless

My native soil not is mine any more

Lowliest of creatures dare question the hieght of the brightest stars

Emperors no better above mere beggars

Pitiable was my wait for you

The one I thougt arrived-never approached

Endlessly forever was your communion expected

T”is unexpected as ever before