Have You forgotten then my heart of old, That college of Love, that whip that bright eyes hold? With no calm nook in all its spacious fold This is a strange world, neither cage nor nest, My comrades thought my song were of Spring’s kindling— How should they know what in Love’s notes is told? My days supported by Your alms I do not Complain against my friends, or the times scold. Have You forgotten then my heart of old,....allama iqbal
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