from When The Day Comes 2 by Ghalib

How long is our life? How long does an eyelash flutter?
The warmth of a poetry gathering is like a single spark.

O Ghalib, the sorrows of existence, what can cure them but death?
There are so many colors in the candle flame, and then the day comes.

translated by Robert Bly with Sunil Dutta

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