Poem – Heart It Is, Not A Brick Or Stone – Mirza Ghalib 

Heart it is, not a brick or stone 
Why shouldn’t it feel the pain? 

Let none tyrannize this heart 

Or I shall cry again and again 

Neither the temple, nor the mosque 

Nor on someone’s door or porch 

I await on the path where He will tread 

Why others should compel me to go? 

The illumined grace that lights up the heart 

And glows like the midday sun 

That Self that annihilates all sights 

When then it hides in the mysterious net? 

The amorous glance is the deadly dagger 

And the arrows of emotions are fatal 

Your image may be equally powerful 

Why should it appear before you? 

The rules of life and bonds of sorrow 

In reality are the one manifestation 

Before realizing the ultimate truth 

How can then one attain liberation? 

Love is laden with noble thoughts 

Yet what remains is the carnal shame 

Trust conscience the still little voice 

Why do you want test the rival? 

There the pride of modesty resides 

Here dwells the social morality 

How shall we meet, on which road 

Why should he invite me to the abode? 

True he is an atheist 

Unfaithful and unchaste 

Dear to who is faith and heart 

Why should he then venture there? 

Without the wretched ‘Ghalib’ 

Has any activity come to a halt? 

What then is the need to cry? 

What then is the need to brood?

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