Its Over By Ustad Khalilullah Khalili

Its over if we did not sell the soil of the sweetheart’s door
Its over if we did not hear the taunts of strangers
The pain that was hidden in our chest
Its over if we disclosed it, it is over if we did not
Ustad Khalilullah Khalili

گر خاک در یار نفروختیم گذشت
گر طعنه ی اغیار شنفتیم گذشت
آن سوز که در سینه ی ما پنهان بود
گفتیم گذشت، گر نگفتیم گذشت
استاد خلیل الله خلیلی

Poet: Ustad Khalilullah Khalili
Translation By: Faheem Hunarwar
June 4th, 2017
Ashgabat, Turkmenistan

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