If a sigh did not emerge from the lips, a wail escaped
If the pain of love did not become a poem, life escaped
For an age, the desire for a meeting lay hidden in the breast
She came to my grave, and there it escaped
Just a moment ago had i filled it, why is my cup empty?
Who stole my wine, friends? - tell me how it escaped
I had thought the heartbeat would state my case
But, when it encountered that beauty, not a sound my heart escaped
Life is a secret deep Sifar, how can we say
Whence the breath came to this body, where it escaped?
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