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The Fire
(8 December 1925 - 2 March 1972 / Ambala / British India)

The Fire

I have called at the front of massacre!
I have announced the voice of my heart!

Before, I had broken a gap in the door.
This time I‘ve shaken the foundation!

Such a tale I began at daybreak,
I have dimmed the lantern of day.

With sparks from the blaze of sorrow,
I have set my prison to flames.

The hands of the wind have wilted.
I have nourished the flowers on fire.

The Spark in the rose,
The Flare of the flute,

I have provoked all who burn.

The lost voice of forgotten eras

I have poured
In the bosom of the flute

Since the revelation of the Moon
I have roused the night tonight!

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