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Tilok Chand
Mehroom |
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This is the end of mortal world, mark, O silly heart,
Let the barren tomb unkempt remind you of your lot!
Palaces, courts, gardens-nothing is now in sight,
Modes of comfort, means of luxury, all have taken flight.
This is all that's left-a mouldering house on Ravi's side,
Where even during the day the shades of night preside!
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