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The drop dies in the river
![Mirza Ghalib, Mirza Ghalib poetry, Muslim / Sufi, Muslim / Sufi poetry, poetry, [TRADITION SUB2] poetry, poetry](images/GhalibMir_sm.jpg) |
by Mirza Ghalib
(1797 - 1869) Timeline
English version by W. S. Merwin and Aijaz Ahmad
Original Language Urdu
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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
 / Photo by SPazzo_1493 /
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Commentary by Ivan M. Granger
I love every line of this poem, but the line I keep rereading is--
the rose led us to our eyes
The rose is both that which is beautiful in nature, but in Sufi poetry it is also a symbol for the Beloved, the Heart of hearts, God. Truly seeing Beauty, we witness ourselves seeing... and only then do we come to witness ourselves. The rose is not merely beautiful; it tells us of the beauty we are in ourselves. And then we bloom!
let whatever is be open
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