4. Ghazal from Ghalib
translated by M. Shahid Alam Only a few come back to us in roses and tulips. Many more lie buried, dust on their sleeping eyelids. By day, the daughters of Pleiades play out of sight. At night, they lift their veils in ravishing display. My eyes pour blood on this night of savage partings: two … Continue reading “4. Ghazal from Ghalib”