The Dropp Dies In The River
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Mirza Ghalib
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The dropp dies in the riverof 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.
[Translated by W. S. Merwin and Aijaz Ahmed]
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