I have seen almost all the possible Troubles in my life
I have seen almost all the possible Troubles in my life,
The last one that I have to face is the Death.
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These Divine Verses
These divine verses,
As I write
Are
The hallowed revelations
Descending
From on high
The sound of the scribe's pen
In the stillness of the night is indeed
The heavenly muse
Uttering her immortal words
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About My Poems
I agree, O heart, that my ghazals are not easy to take in.
When they hear my works, experienced poets
tell meI should write something easier.
I have to write difficult, otherwise it is difficult to write.
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Kiss Me
Ghooncha-e-nashiguftha ko dhoor se math dikha key yoon
Bosey ko poonchtha houn mein munh se muchey batha ki yoon
Translation:
Don't stay afar pouting your lips at me like a rosebud;
I asked you for a kiss--let your lips answer my plea.
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The dropp dies in the river
The dropp dies in the riverof its joy
Pain goes so far it cures itself
In the spring after the heavy rain the cloud disappears
That was nothing but tears
In the spring the mirror turns green
holding a miracle
Change the shining wind
The rose led us to our eyes
Let whatever is be open.
[Translated by W. S. Merwin and Aijaz Ahmed]
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Innocent heart
Innocent heart, what has happened to you?
Alas, what is the cure to this pain?
We are interested, and they are displeased,
Oh Lord, what is this affair?
I too possess a tongue-
just ask me what I want to say.
Though there is none present without you,
then oh God, what is this noise about?
I expected faith from those
who do not even know what faith is.
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Ghazal
I wish to go and dwell,
In such a place,
Where there's no one else.
No one to understand my speech,
No one around to talk with,
There, I want to reach.
I wish to build,
One such house,
Without a door to enter,
Without the boundary walls,
Thus there will be no neighbours,
And there will be no guard.
There will be no one thus,
To take care of me,
When I will fell ill.
And there will be no one,
To mourn or cry,
When I will die.
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He was, when it was aught
He was, when it was aught
He would still be, even if it might have been naught
Drowned I am in my ego
What would have happened if 'I' was not
Laden with distraught and feeling apathetic
do I have to worry about the head being severed
If it did not severe from the body
The head would have simply reposed on the lap
It has been ages that 'Ghalib' died
Yet the memories linger on
His saying this on every occasion
If it was 'like this' then what it would be!
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Let the ascetics sing of the garden of Paradise
Let the ascetics sing of the garden of Paradise --
We who dwell in the true ecstasy can forget their vase-tamed bouquet.
In our hall of mirrors, the map of the one Face appears
As the sun's splendor would spangle a world made of dew.
Hidden in this image is also its end,
As peasants' lives harbor revolt and unthreshed corn sparks with fire.
Hidden in my silence are a thousand abandoned longings:
My words the darkened oil lamp on a stranger's unspeaking grave.
Ghalib, the road of change is before you always:
The only line stitching this world's scattered parts.
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Come that my soul has no repose
Come that my soul has no repose
Has no strength to bear the injustice of waiting
Heaven is given in return for the life of this world
But that high is not in proportion to this intoxication
Such longing has come from your company
That there is no control over my tears
Suspecting torment, you are indifferent to me
So no love resides in these clouds of dust
From my heart has lifted the meaning of pleasure
Without blossoms, there is no spring in life
You have pledged to kill me at last
But there is no determination in your promise
You have sworn by the wine, Ghalib
There is no faith in your avowal
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