Path Of Love(Rubaiyat)
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Nosheen Irfan
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I passed by many rosy blooms
The garden sheltered no glooms
Inhale, a voice said, fragrance divine
Intoxicating, more than any wine
Quiet as the midnight face of sky
Inaudible was my heart's joy
Stillness danced tipsily in me
Sober, a lover could not be.
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