Love
I, like a wandering bubble
Translated by Inayat Khan and Jessie Duncan Westbrook (1919) · From Hindustani Lyrics (1919)
I, like a wandering bubble,
Am blown here and there
Shifting and changing and fashioned
Of water and air.
Thou turnest thy face, O Beloved,
I cannot tell why,
Art thou shy of a mirror, Beloved?
Thy mirror am I!
When over her face she unloosened
The dusk of her hair,
What need had the world of the cloud-wreaths,
They fled in despair.
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Mushafi. “I, like a wandering bubble.” Translated by Inayat Khan and Jessie Duncan Westbrook. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/mushafi/0/.
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Mushafi. “I, like a wandering bubble.” Translated by Inayat Khan and Jessie Duncan Westbrook. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/mushafi/0/.
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