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Ghazal 30 Like shadows the pine and cypress would walk if you came to the orchard standing straight through the heart Should I be proud to have loved when now I am breaking these tears are the remnants of a loving heart If commanded by those hypnotic eyes even the mirror will parrot the words All the secrets of my heart have caught fire a flame always burning until it is spoken You should hold as the tempered steel of Ghalib any verse that falls like fire to the page |