Even in the Kaaba courts my heart was moved

Even in the Kaaba courts my heart was moved,

Brooding upon the idol that I loved,

Mourning its loss. Now like a bird am I,

That painted in a picture cannot fly

Nor move nor sing; my heart is so outworn

With all the lingering sorrow I have borne.

Within my heart thy presence I have felt,

Within mine eyes, Beloved, thou hast dwelt

For long long days. Who taught thee for a shrine

To choose a heart so desolate as mine?

Long time I told my friends my bitter grief,

And in the telling sought to find relief;

In silence now instead I take my rest,

And find that peace and loneliness are best.

Author of original: 
Mohammad Taqi Mir
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