Asadullah Khan Ghalib Ghazal And Poem English - Page 1

A longer life'd have entailed a longer wait.

Did I trust your word, indeed? What a wrong belief!

I sure had died of joy had I believed it true.

My heart alone could tell about your half -drawn

arrow,

Could it leave a sting behind had it pierced the

marrow?

What use this friendship which cannot but advise,

O for a friend to physic my sorrow to heal my

heart.

If not to pangs of love we are to pangs of living a

prey.

Calamitous is the night of severance terrible

beyond words.

Why didn't I drown in a river are this disgrace?

There couldn't have been a funeral there wouldn't

be a grave.

Who can behold him? He is singularly unique,

Had there been a shade of duality Him you might

I didn't heal, I wasn't worse.

Why do you collect my rivals?

Why turn my complaint into a public show?

Where can I go to meet my fate.

When you refuse to draw your sword?

So sweet are your lips that my rival,

Was not repulsed by your reproach.

The word is afloat he comes to-day.

Not a mat to offer do I have to-day.

Was it the world of God or Nimrod?

Unrequited my worship lay.

My life was His trust to Him I return it.

I haven't in sooth redeemed my trust.

The wound though masked continued to bleed,

My complaining heart is brimming again.

Hardly had the doom receded.

When the thought of your parting rose again.

How naive is my desire

I again crave that tantalizing face.

This life somehow would have passed.

Why did I seek your favored path?

What a fight with Ruzwaan I'll pick.

If in Eden your house I miss.

How bewildering the desolation

Sight of the wilds reminds of home.

In boyhood Asad at Majnun's head.

Who lives long enough to vanquish your locks?

A hundred crocodiles lie coiled in the web of every

wave.

See what happens to the droplet are it becomes a

pearl.

Love demands patience desire will not wait,

What hues should my heart reflect till it bleeds to

death?

True you'd respond without least delay.

But are you come to know I'd be no more.

The reflection of the sun heralds the dew-drop's

doom.

I too await your kindly glance.

Short is our span as the twinkling of an eye.

The glamour of the court is but the glimmer of the

spark.

Who but death can cure, Asad the sorrows of this

life.