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Humayun To Zobeida From the Urdu

You flaunt your beauty in the rose, your glory in the dawn,

Your sweetness in the nightingale, your white- ness in the swan.

You haunt my waking like a dream, my slumber like a moon,

Pervade me like a musky scent, possess me like a tune.

Yet, when I crave of you, my sweet, one tender moment's grace,

You cry, "I sit behind the veil,

I cannot show my face."Shall any foolish veil divide my longing from my bliss?

Shall any fragile curtain hide your beauty from my kiss?

What war is this of Thee and Me?

Give o'er the wanton strife,

You are the heart within my heart, the life within my life.

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Sarojini Naidu

Sarojini Chattopadhyay Naidu (13 February 1879 – 2 March 1949) was an Indian political activist and poet. A proponent of civil rights, women's e…
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