The Infinite End

Ghazals by Zia Rafat. She sat, and stared, and got up, and lay down — God, how fondly He drew you out. The fineness of your body would not come easy to the making: He drew, and crossed it out, and took up the pencil, and drew it again. Text in Dari/Persian.

Author: ضیای رفعت

Original title: پایان بی نهایت