This ghazal speaks of an undying love, where the poet’s heart remains consumed by longing. The imagery of fire, ruin, and devotion paints a portrait of a lover who finds solace in memories despite the absence of the beloved. The poem captures the essence of deep, unfulfilled love—one that continues to burn even in despair.
By the oath of your enchanting eyes, my heart remains in ruins,
Each night, in longing for you, it burns in endless flames.
The joy of a single glance from you makes the world fade away,
My restless heart weaves a tale of love in your name.
Tonight, the breeze is scented with the streets of your memory,
Your presence in my mind sets my soul like a moth aflame.
And if your heart holds no place for me, I still understand,
For this devoted heart bears a sorrow with no cure, only pain.
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