We would hide the truth from
the sorrowful one, whose bowl
has fallen from the roof,*
but it can’t be hid.
While that ignorant one–
that stranger to love’s sorrow,
to whom truth has been shown
so many times–cannot see it.
The mirror of the heart must be clear,
so you may know the ugly from the beautiful.
*Humaira – a servant girl was gracious enough to sit in a rikshaw for me to take this pic*
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