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Spring is here by Faiz Ahmed Faiz translated by Mustansir Dalvi Spring is here, and it is as if the full flush of youth, every forgotten dream is back from the abyss. The longing that died for a touch of your lips was annihilated and then resurrected each time.

Every torment boils over— the perpetual regret of losing friends, the euphoria of losing myself in the moon-rise of your glory, the wisp of memories and all they bring to you and to me all the questions and all the answers.

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