Although the merciful gaze never rested upon me
But Sifar, this threat to life it ever was not
Yes, the nation was enslaved, but there was a freedom of thought
For this heavy chain around the hearts then, there was not
Why did I lose all sense and dignity, how could I say now?
Just one arrow of her glance, and mind or heart there was not
When nothing else was, just Her breath resonated
You and I then were not; this narrowness of sky too, was not
If I were to speak Sifar, much there is that I could say
Alas, my own tale, worthy of speech was not!
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