Game of Chess, The Shiraz, The End
Oh Khoda, did you ever tell me what I had?
The echoes of yesterday we once had
The Gul Bahar blossomed and fell as she pleased
The perfume still makes you feel like a lad
Gone are the days--let them rest in peace
There are many without love and not glad
Mem'ries linger of civilisations-- come and gone
The journeys we took, though were not bad
If this was to be 'The' Game of Chess
My 'Reds' have written the couplets on this silk pad
Give me some Persian Shiraz, and then some clouds
After that, even mem'ries can't make me mad
Oh, what a strange life Asrar's has been
Alone, but not lonely, sorrowful, but not sad!
-- Sometime, somewhere in complete madness
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