Waft, gentle gale
Read 'Waft, gentle gale' by 'Auhad-uddin Ali Anwari' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
Waft, gentle gale, oh waft to Samarcand,
When next thou visitest that blissful land,
The plaint of Khorasania plunged in woe:
Beart to Turania's King our piteous scroll,
Whose opening brathes forth all the anguished soul,
And close denotes what all the tortur'd know.
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