Dewdrop's Ephemeral Ballet

This ghazal beautifully captures the depth of longing and the bittersweet essence of love. The poet, lost in the enchantment of their beloved’s gaze, compares their state to a fragile drop of dew, ready to fade at any moment. The verses flow with the melancholic beauty of unfulfilled love, weaving imagery of night, sorrow, and the eternal yearning of the soul.

Like dewdrops on the rose of your face, I fall, breathless, weak,

Drunk and lost in the depths of your enchanting gaze, unseen.

My heart, entangled in your dark tresses, forgets the world entire,

Like Majnun, wandering hopelessly in your curls, serene.

What sorcery lies within your moonlit eyes, O night’s bright flame?

That with just a glance, you steal my soul so effortlessly, unseen.

O sorrowful clouds, pour your grief upon this restless heart,

Perhaps from the pain of longing, a flower of solace may be seen.

And if one day, you pass by my silent grave, unknowingly,

Know that I have carried your name into autumn’s eternal dream.