Bahadur Shah Zafar, Translation by Annemarie Schimmel

I am the light of no one’s eye
The balm of no one’s heart —
I am no use to anyone
A handful of dust, that’s all.
I have no form nor colour now
My friend torn from my side
The springtime of a grove am I
By the autumn destroyed, that’s all.
I am no longer a lover for you
Nor any rival am I
Annihilated joy of life,
A desolate landscape, that’s all.
I am no song to gladden the heart,
For you to hear with joy —
Just the sound of utter pain
Of the tortured lamenter, that’s all.
Who would pray on my behalf?
Or bring me a bunch of flowers?
Who would light a candle for me?
I am naught but a gloomy tomb.

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