If you have a problem, fix it. But train yourself not to worry, worry fixes nothing. - Ernest Hemingway

Monday, 5 October 2015


It’s good that
You’ve broken your promise
I would have died of happiness
If you hadn’t

The news that you’re coming today
Has spread like wildfire
And on this special day
I don’t even have a mat to offer you

I gave my life,
But the life was His.
And the truth is
I’m yet to repay my debt.

The wound has healed
But the bleeding hasn’t stopped
My work had petered out
Before it began

She trusts me as her only lover
But the sad story is
She’s angry with me
If anyone else sighs

I wished to be free
From the shackles of her love
But she wouldn’t even
Let me die

Every drop of my heart
Roars like the ocean
Should you even ask
If I am hers?

Every breath of mine
Is immersed in ecstasy
So how does it matter
If the saqi ignores me?

She’s neither understood me
Nor will she ever do, Oh God!
Please give her a new heart
Even if you didn’t give me a new tongue to talk with

She’s asking,
‘Who is Ghālib?’
Someone please tell me,
What I should say.

Translated on Monday, 05 October 2015 / Kolkata

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