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Pīking / Beijing
It seems as if I have a thousand arms,
As if my body stretches to the horizon,
My heart, to the garden, the plain, the mountain.
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In my pocket I carry the black majesty of night;
In my hand, the red reins of dawn;
All creation blooms in my lap
And in my power, the miracle of ‘Let there be, and there was.’
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From: Dast-i tah-yi sang (Hand Beneath the Stone). Dihlī: ʻAlīgaṛh: Ejūkeshanal Buk Hāʼūs, 1979. pp. 25 – 27
Pīking is quoted in full in Urdu Poetry, 1935-1970
It seems as if I have a thousand arms,
As if my body stretches to the horizon,
My heart, to the garden, the plain, the mountain.
.
In my pocket I carry the black majesty of night;
In my hand, the red reins of dawn;
All creation blooms in my lap
And in my power, the miracle of ‘Let there be, and there was.’
.
From: Dast-i tah-yi sang (Hand Beneath the Stone). Dihlī: ʻAlīgaṛh: Ejūkeshanal Buk Hāʼūs, 1979. pp. 25 – 27
Pīking is quoted in full in Urdu Poetry, 1935-1970
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