Rubai from Mirza Ashraf

“A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into
nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.” (John Keats)

ہے حسنِ ظن یا رحمت دُر فشاں ہے

جو خَم با خَم جہاں مہ رو نشاں ہے

کہ زیرِ داغِ تیرہ ، نقشِ بے رنگ

بھی تہ در تہ حسیں صورت کشاں ہے

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