The Dropp Dies In The River Poem by Mirza Ghalib

The Dropp Dies In The River

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The dropp dies in the riverof its joy
Pain goes so far it cures itself

In the spring after the heavy rain the cloud disappears
That was nothing but tears

In the spring the mirror turns green
holding a miracle
Change the shining wind

The rose led us to our eyes

Let whatever is be open.

[Translated by W. S. Merwin and Aijaz Ahmed]

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Susan Williams 21 November 2017

Excellent poetic skills and heart.

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M Asim Nehal 03 March 2016

Awesome, no words can describe the beauty of this poem

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* Sunprincess * 06 December 2013

The rose led us to our eyes Let whatever is be open.

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Mirza Ghalib

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Agra / British India
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