GHAZAL

Let us go away, you and I,
Far away from the spying sky.

Here stars and jasmines bloom at night,
But blood streams from the sighing sky.

Love must waft in like evening breeze,
Must burst like rain from heaving sky.

I need no adornment but you-
And stars plucked from the dazzling sky.

Your love finds me wherever I hide,
Even underneath the sprawling sky.