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Poetry
Chaikhana
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About Darshan SinghTimeline (1921 - 1989) |
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English version by Original Language |
At dusk, at dawn I gaze upon your beauty --
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At dusk, at dawn I gaze upon your beauty --
A dazzling spectacle of rising moon and sun. So far, the wayfarers have not discovered your footprints: They stand staring at the stepstone of your door Your glance of abundant grace did not satisfy; We with the seeing eye know a glance from a glance. Saqi, they've just arrived and taken their seats; How is it that they've already gained intimacy? Some you inspire with the madness of prostration: They cannot tell their heads from your door. Saqi, whoever comes by even a tinge of awakening We see sitting in your assembly, oblivious to this world. Men who are maddened by the thought of the goal See not fellow travelers -- they are intent on the road. Master, in what strange state your Darshan lives: We always see his eyes moist with tears.
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