Listen to this,Ghalib
Since I started the study of your Ghazals
Beautiful damsels from the city
Turned around and around
To look at me.
***
Coming back from my beloved
Or from bar
Your verses linger on my lips
Ghalib,
What the matter is?
***
After a stomachful,
I am still in senses
Today’s drinks,Ghalib,
Have no effect on me
In your goblet, Ghalib,
Is there a drop for me?
What a funny thing
Since I explained your ghazal to her
My beloved keeps on
Gazing at my beard
***
How is this love of you ghazals,Ghalib,
My beloved is in no mood
To listen to my poems
***
My beloved, these days,keeps on
Asking about your life
As if I am nobody.
***
The other day,
On visiting Taj Mahal
I remembered you again and again
Formerly, there
Was there an inn or a pub or a bar?
***
Did Shahjahan make a mistake?
You tell me Ghalib
One is always in pensive and dejected
In vicinity of the Taj
***in memory of our beloved
We also
Did build many palaces
Palaces unequaled,Ghalib
Never became the Wonders of the World
Don’t you feel that strange?
***
The hands those built the Taj
Are bleeding
I see them in my dreams
Crying
Ghalib, is there a ghazal of yours
Composed by you on the subject of
social inequality?
***
Who was that lucky guy
Who asked Your own address
To you alone,
I wish to salute him once.
***
While one walks
Even on the princely streets here
Thoughts of discontent
Thoughts of inequality
Are haunting my brain,Ghalib.
You traded the paths on foot here
Humming your ghazals
With a unshaken mind.
Will you show me , please
Those paths?
***
Your words, you know
Tortured and tortured us,
Tortured us mentally, Ghalib
And now
The
You are presenting yourself
Even through
The bleeding voice of Begum Akhtar.
Ghalib,
Do you or don’t you wish us
To live
Note:
Ghalib was one of the greatest Urdu poets of medieval India. All Muslim countries love his touching poetry.
Begum Akhtar was a singer who used to sing his ghazals with great devotion
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