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20. Sep 2006

Like a Wandering Bubble


     I, like a wandering bubble,
          Am blown here and there
     Shifting and changing and fashioned
          Of water and air.

     Thou turnest thy face, O Belovéd,
          I cannot tell why,
     Art thou shy of a mirror, Belovéd?
          Thy mirror am I!

     When over her face she unloosened
          The dusk of her hair,
     What need had the world of the cloud-wreaths,
          They fled in despair.

     Ghulam Hamdani Mushafi (1725-1824)