
This ghazal beautifully captures the pain of unfulfilled love and longing. The poet finds themselves trapped in the spell of a gaze, yearning for a love that remains out of reach. The imagery of the night, the wind, and the unattainable beloved weaves an atmosphere of melancholy and devotion.
My heart was captured by a gaze, never to be set free,
It suffered in love’s embrace, yet no cure came to be.
The breeze of your tresses stirred my longing soul,
But in my garden of hope, no flower came to grow.
With passion, I longed to behold your radiant face,
The night passed in sorrow, yet my moon didn’t show.
I sat in the hope of a promise from your lips,
A thousand tales we wrote, yet none were told.
Though my hands reached for loyalty and trust,
My fate remained bound to sorrow and dust.




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