I am like the tangled moves of chess
I am like the clear examples of Socrates
I am like the locks resting on silent lips
I am a lament, like the cries of a nightingale
If entangled, I am a calamity; if scattered, I am a calamity
I am like those silky tresses of the beloved
When someone speaks of thorns, they say it this way
I am like shawls made of velvet
I am a lament of self, and I am also a solace of self
I am like the halls of the gathering of the mourners
Why should they be anxious seeing me in the gathering?
I am like the successive omens of pain and sorrow
Many are entangled in my essence, Mohsin
I am like the questions of mathematics

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