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The Nacreous Oughts

26 June 2008

    36.

I did see the moth go up
To the lighted candle,
Then nothing else besides
A startled flame.

The life of the company
Was only a wink;
The cup departed taking
With it the eye-bedewed.

If a hundred roses boomed
It mattered not;
How long ago was it
That I went to the garden?

--Mohammad Taqi Mir (tr Ahmed Ali)


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