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Ghazal 34 He holds your letter so openly If someone asks he’ll have to say it Although she is kind her elegance is such that I would fear to touch her within my arms Death is certain whether you wait or not and love if you don’t come I can’t bring you Who can say whose vision is this with a curtain between us that can’t be lifted I have no power over love on fire I cannot light I cannot extinguish |