Ghazal No. 28

I am a guidepost to the goal of heart’s desire. Adhere to me. Mix with your dust a spark of my pure fire.

The tulip-bride has come out of its boudoir. Come, let me fire your soul with passion-stimulating talk.

The tale of Farhad’s grief and of Parvez’s happiness is told in every age in different ways.

Though born in India, I draw my inspiration from the hallowed dust of Kabul and Bokhara and Tabriz.