What a music of thy anklets I hear!

What a music of thy anklets I hear!
when you walk, those bells at thy feet,
make a sound of insensible transitions,
which not through my lines can be read,
nor by the beats of my heart registered;
but a far cry of the maddening crowd,
hath brought a hang'd fool by the door,
and dragg'd him down by the hair:
a red-carpet at every step of the way
is laid for my love's lasting dream
of crackling bones' midnight bonfire,
you celebrate at the moon.


[Naveed Khalid]