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Слушать(AI)Wasteland Of Solitude
In the wasteland of solitude, my love, quivershadows of your voice, illusions of your lips.
In the wasteland of solitude, from the dusts of
Sprout jasmines and roses of your
From somewhere close by, rises the warmth of your breathand in its own aroma smolders, slowly, bit by bit.
Far-off, across the horizon, dropp by glistening
Falls the dew of your beguiling glance.
With such overwhelming love,
O my love, your memory has placed its hand on my heart?s cheek, that it looks as if (though it?s still the dawn of the adieu) the sun of parting has set; the night of union has come.
Faiz Ahmed Faiz
Faiz Ahmad Faiz (13 February 1911 – 20 November 1984) was a Pakistani Muslim Marxist, poet, and author in Urdu. He was one of the most celebrate
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