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I am being accused of loving you, that is
It is not an insult, but a praise, that is
My heart is pleased at the words of the accusersO my dearest dear, they say your name, that is
For what I am ridiculed, it is not a
My heart's useless playtime, a failed love, that is allI haven't lost hope, but just a fight, that is
The night of suffering lengthens, but just a night, that is
In the hand of time is not the rolling of my
In the hand of time roll just the days, that is allA day will come for sure when I will see the
My beautiful beloved is behind a veil, that is
The night is young,
Faiz start saying a GhazalA storm of emotions is raging inside, that is all(Prison Journal)
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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