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[Yasir Husain]

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> One morning he wept in his garden, crying to god to send
> him someone who might comprehend his full beauty. 
> That day, he painted a new canvas, a portrait of an unknown and 
> stunningly beautiful woman. When he had finished, he cried to god 
> to give her sentience, as this most wondrous painting could be the 
> only being in the world who might understand him. To his 
> amazement, the
> woman in the painting began to move.
> 




Dehr juz jalwa-e-yaktaai-e-mashooq nahin,
hum kahan hotay agar husn na hota khud-been?
                                               
                                                 - ghalib


the world, isnt just a spectacle of the oneness of the beloved
where would we be, if beauty was not gazing-at-itself

spectacle: creation, display
oneness: uniqueness
beloved: god

beauty looks at itself. selflove. narcisism. vanity 
beauty or the beautiful requires gazing at oneself

god requires someone to look at him/er, thats where ghalib and we come in, 
to give the required appreciation   ;)