Ghazal of Majid Shah

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Title:     Ghazal of Majid Shah
Author: Edward Powys Mathers [More Titles by Mathers]

Grief is hard upon me, Master, for she has left me;
The black dust has covered my pretty one.

My heart is black, for the tomb has taken my friend;
How pleasantly would go the days if my friend were here.

I can only dream of the stature of my friend;
The flowers are dying in my heart, my breast is a fading garden.

Her breast is a sweet garden now, and her garments are gold flowers;
I am an orchard at night, for my friend has gone a journey.

I am _Majid Shah_, a slave that ministers to the dead;
Abdel Qadir Gilani[1], even the Master, shall not save me.

From the Pus'hto (Afghans, nineteenth century).

[Footnote 1: ABDEL QADIR GILANI, Abd al-Qadir al-Jilani, founder of the Qadirite order of the Dervishes, twelfth century.]

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E. P. Mathers's Poem: Ghazal of Majid Shah

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