Music by Iqbal / Zarb e Kaleem in English

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A song that fails to make your face 
Glimmer and glow with joy and glee.
Shows that minstrel's blood is cold
His heart of heat and warmth is free.

That player on the flute who has
A conscience much defiled, impure :
With puff of breath can make a tune
Replete with poison which hasn't cure.

I have visited the mead in east 
And west, where tulips parks adorn
But I have not beheld a park,
Where tulips have their collars torn.

"Zarb e Kaleem"


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