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The drop dies in the river

Poet: Mirza Ghalib

The drop dies in the river
of its joy
pain goes so far it cures itself

in the spring after the heavy rain the cloud
disappears
that was nothing but tears

in the spring the mirror turns green
holding a miracle
Change the shining wind

the rose led us to our eyes

let whatever is be open

The Candle Flame

Poet: Mirza Ghalib

He gave me heaven and earth, and assumed I’d be satisfied,
Actually I was too embarrassed to argue.

The spiritual seekers are tired, two or three at each stage of the path.