A Poem by Mir Dard

It was a school or temple, or was it Makkah or a church.<br />We were all guests, only you were the host.<br />Oh! How sad it is. I found just before death.<br />It was only a dream, what I saw. It was only a fairy tale, what I heard.<br />How sad it is that autumn is in the garden.<br />There was some grass, which was my friend.<br />This place is getting chaotic with all these people coming and going.<br />My heart used to be the place for your peace.<br />It is useless to remember them, try to be happy.<br />Dard, it is not important if they remember me or not.

Mir Dard was a sufi poet from India. I translated this poem for college project.


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