The drop dies in the river
of its joy
pain goes so far it cures itself
in the spring after the heavy rain the cloud
disappears
that was nothing but tears
in the spring the mirror turns green
holding a miracle
Change the shining wind
the rose led us to our eyes
let whatever is be open
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Dard Ka Had Say Guzerna Hay dawa ho Jana...the translation is very nice but still i believe that the original beauty of the poem can only be seen in urdu.this is a high class poetry.
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