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Ghazal 8 It’s time for the world to hear Ghalib again may these words and shadows like doors stay open Night of the watered face of stars has dawned ordered and scattered like flowers where beauty sleeps She is talking and talking who knows my desire at least already her lips have opened Why is grief an element of night when everything falls when open eyes of stars look only to other faces Tell me how I am happy this ocean from home when mail from my beloved is already opened |