Category Archives: Mirza Ghalib

Naqsh Faryadi – Mirza Ghalib

Urdu Script نقش فریادی ہے کس کی شوخیِ تحریر کا کاغذی ہے پیرہن ہر پیکرِ تصویر کا  کاو کاوِ سخت جانیہاۓ تنہائی نہ پوچھ  صبح کرنا شام کا لانا ہے جوۓ شیر کا جذبۂ بے اختیارِ شوق دیکھا چاہیے  سینۂ … Continue reading

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No Hopes Comes My Way – Mirza Ghalib 

No hope comes my way No visage shows itself to me That death will come one day is definite Then why does sleep evade me all night?  I used to laugh at the state of my heart Now no one … Continue reading

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Pain did not Become Grateful to Medicine – Mirza Ghalib

Pain did not become grateful to medicine I didn’t get well; [but it] wasn’t bad either Why are you gathering the Rivals?  [It was just] a mere spectacle [that] took place, no complaint was made Where would we go to … Continue reading

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Rahm Kar Zaalim – Mirza Ghalib 

रह्‌म कर ज़ालिम कि क्‌या बूद-ए चिराग़-ए कुश्‌तह है नब्‌ज़-ए बीमार-ए वफ़ा दूद-ए चिराग़-ए कुश्‌तह है दिल-लगी की आर्‌ज़ू बे-चैन रख्‌ती है हमें वर्‌नह यां बे-रौनक़ी सूद-ए चिराग़-ए कुश्‌तह है

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The Dropp Dies In The River – Mirza Ghalib

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 … Continue reading

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These Divine Verses -Mirza Ghalib

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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Poem – What Cannot Be Said – Mirza Ghalib 

There’s one who took my heart away. But does she own it? I can’t say.  See her as unjust though I may,  Is she a tyrant? I can’t say.  She strides a bloodless battlefield  Where there’s no battle-axe to wield.  She … Continue reading

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