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To: Sultan who wrote (1153)	1/12/2003 5:36:16 PM
From: HG	Respond to of 1595

Great one from Qateel Shifai. I'll stick to my favorite poet. Edited the ghazal and posted only the most sigificant stanzas of the entire ghazal. - - - dard minnat_kashe-davaa na huaa mai.n na achchaa huaa, buraa na huaa [minnat_kashe-davaa = obliged to medicine, fixed thru medication] kyaa vo namarood kii Khudaaii thii ba.ndagii me.n meraa bhalaa na huaa [namarood = Nimrod = a king who used to say that he was God] zakhm gar dab gayaa lahuu na thamaa kaam gar ruk gaya ravaa na huaa [ravaa = exit] kuchch to pa.Dhiye ki log kahate hai.n aaj 'Ghalib' Gazal_saraa na huaa

To: Sultan who wrote (1153)	1/12/2003 8:39:29 PM
From: HG	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 1595

Nargis' Toilette Powder to whiten skin unsnagged as a just-ripe peach. Kohl to underline the eye's mute deeps. Attar of rose touched to the dip behind the earlobe, the shadow between the breasts, the silk creases of the crimson kameez. In the woman's courtyard it is always quiet, the carved iron gates locked. The palm shivers by the marble fountain. The bulbul sings to its crimson double in the mirrored cage. Satin dupattas rustle. The women put henna on Nargis' hands. They braid, down her back, the forests long shadows, their laughter like the silver anklets they are tying to her feet. Today the women will take Nargis to visit the women of the Amin family. They will drink chilled pomegranate juice nibble pistachio burfis green as ice. The grandmothers will chew betel leaves and discuss the heat. Nargi will sit, eyes down, tracing the peacock pattern on the mosaic floor. If Allah wills, a marriage will be arranged with the Amin's second son whose face Nargis will see for teh first time in the square wedding mirror placed in the bride's lap. It is time to go. They bring her burkha, slip it over her head. Someone adjusts the lace slits to her eyes. The burkha spills silk black to her feet and spreads and spreads over the land, dark wave breaking over the women, quenching their light. Now all is ready. Like a black candle Nargis walks to the gate. - Chitra Devakaruni