bus ki dushwaar hai har kaam ka aasaaN hona…
aadmee ko bhee muyassar naheeNÂ insaaN hona..
It’s a little hard for things to be easy..
when even a man can’t act like a man..
waa-e-deewaangee-e-shauq, ke har dam mujhko…
aap jaana udhar aur aap hee hairaaN hona..
What stupidity makes me so dependent on her that an hour early..
I run off to see her and get annoyed when she’s not there..
jalva az_bas ki taqaaza-e-nigah karta hai…
jauhar-e-aaina bhee chaahe hai mizhgaaN hona…
My lover is so striking she demands to be seen..
the mirror reflects what it can then widens its eye..
le gaye KHaak meiN ham daaGH-e-tamanna-e-nishaat…
too ho aur aap ba_sad_rang-e-gulistaaN hona..
I have taken to grave the deep scar of happiness..
while she stands above in her hundred colors..
kee mere qatl ke baad usne jafa se tauba..
haay us zood_pashemaaN ka pashemaaN hona..
She promised not to torment me only after killing me..
repenting now this woman so quick to repent..
haif us chaar girah kapDe ki qismat GHalib
jis ki qismat meiN ho aashiq ka girebaaN hona
Alas, the fate of the “sixteenth of a yard” cloth “Ghalib”
in whose fate, it is to be a lover’s collar/shirt
~: Mirza Ghalib :~
