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Ghazal 3 In the baseness of desire remember her who has entranced our every sight Life could have passed on but no we remember always where the beloved has walked Those streets are in my thoughts again where I first lost my heart too young to recall What sudden madness a lover's madness is in the air of the desert I remember my home As a boy I almost threw stones at that crazed lover trapped always in desire but at last I remembered |