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Padma Sachdev
Sin
Sun, do not rise today
Take away your light
Light is sin's enemy
And sin
This moment
Is my desire
To tread
With eyes blindfolded
Those paths
Which vanished
Long ago
To recall
Faces
Wiped away
By time
To ask Him
Who is a stone
Cobra guarding treasure
To walk with me
As of old
Translated by Iqbal Masud
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