This Night
(Ghazal)
Surrender yourself at my altar this night,
we have travelled way too far this night.
The captive is as free as the captor,
no prison will hold a bar this night.
The last one has withered last spring,
pray give me a fresh scar this night.
Your honest tears set the night ablaze,
no, we donβt need no star this night!
They say each heart has a jar of fancies --
we will open up that jar this night.
we have travelled way too far this night.
The captive is as free as the captor,
no prison will hold a bar this night.
The last one has withered last spring,
pray give me a fresh scar this night.
Your honest tears set the night ablaze,
no, we donβt need no star this night!
They say each heart has a jar of fancies --
we will open up that jar this night.