With how many encounters, shall amiability display?
After how many rains, shall the blood stains fade,
And when, in our sight, shall unspotted fields sway?
All that the heart desired, its breaking permitted not,
No grievance did those contained praises betray.
Merciless were moments, that witnessed the end of pain,
Benevolent nights brought in a cruel break of day.
That which, on your life, you determined to convey
Unspoken on your lips, Faiz, the decided words lay
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