from Ghazal XV
By Ghalib
Almost none
of the beautiful faces
come back to be glimpsed for an instant in some flower
once the dust owns them
All day three stars
the Daughters of the Bier
hid in back of the light
then they step forth naked
but their minds are the black night
Sleep comes to him
peace belongs to him
the night is his
over whose arm your hair is spread
--Translated by W.S. Merwin
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