Poem – A Thousand Desires – Mirza Ghalib 

Thousands of desires, each worth dying for… Many of them I have realized…yet I yearn for more… 
Why should my killer (lover) be afraid? No one will hold her responsible 

For the blood which will continuously flow through my eyes all my life 
We have heard about the dismissal of Adam from Heaven, 

With a more humiliation, I am leaving the street on which you live… 
Oh tyrant, your true personality will be known to all 

If the curls of my hair slip through my turban! 
But if someone wants to write her a letter, they can ask me, 

Every morning I leave my house with my pen on my ear. 
In that age, I turned to drinking (alcohol) 

And then the time came when my entire world was occupied by alcohol 
From whom I expected justice/praise for my weakness 

Turned out to be more injured with the same cruel sword 
When in love, there is little difference between life and death 

We live by looking at the infidel who we are willing to die for 
Put some pressure on your heart to remove that cruel arrow, 

For if the arrow comes out, so will your heart…and your life. 
For god’s sake, don’t lift the cover off any secrets you tyrant 

The infidel might turn out to be my lover! 
The preacher and the bar’s entrance are way apart 

Yet I saw him entering the bar as I was leaving! 
Thousands of desires, each worth dying for… 

Many of them I have realized…yet I yearn for more

Poem – A Thousand Desires – Mirza Ghalib

Thousands of desires, each worth dying for…
Many of them I have realized…yet I yearn for more…

Why should my killer (lover) be afraid? No one will hold her responsible
For the blood which will continuously flow through my eyes all my life

We have heard about the dismissal of Adam from Heaven,
With a more humiliation, I am leaving the street on which you live…

Oh tyrant, your true personality will be known to all
If the curls of my hair slip through my turban!

But if someone wants to write her a letter, they can ask me,
Every morning I leave my house with my pen on my ear.

In that age, I turned to drinking (alcohol)
And then the time came when my entire world was occupied by alcohol

From whom I expected justice/praise for my weakness
Turned out to be more injured with the same cruel sword

When in love, there is little difference between life and death
We live by looking at the infidel who we are willing to die for

Put some pressure on your heart to remove that cruel arrow,
For if the arrow comes out, so will your heart…and your life.

For god’s sake, don’t lift the cover off any secrets you tyrant
The infidel might turn out to be my lover!

The preacher and the bar’s entrance are way apart
Yet I saw him entering the bar as I was leaving!

Thousands of desires, each worth dying for…

Many of them I have realized…yet I yearn for more
Mirza Ghalib
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