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Ghazal 20 Whose shadowed face have I captured like this I study the mirror that studies my face The world is smaller than anything every speck like a whole mist of longing The dew sheds its tears on the flower branch spring has departed but the robin is ready Do not go faceless to the valley of lovers behind each atom of dust lies an impatient heart Robin spare me a fist of your sticks for a nest there is also the storm of the coming of spring |