Ye na thee hamaree qismat

ye na thee hamaree qismat ke wisaal-e-yaar hota

it was not in my fate to meet my lover

agar aur jeete rehte yahee intezaar hota

had I lived longer, this would still be my only desire

tere waade par jiye ham to ye jaan jhoot jaanaa

to live on your promise is to make my life a lie

ke khushee se mar na jaate agar 'eitabaar hota

would I not have died of happiness if i trusted it

teree naazukee se jaana ke bandha tha 'ehed_booda

from your frailty I learnt that the promise was delicate

kabhee too na tor sakta agar oostuwaar hota

it would not stand broken had you been determined

koee mere dil se pooche tere teer-e-neemkash ko

someone ask me about your half-drawn arrow

ye khalish kahaan se hotee jo jigar ke paar hota

would i even feel this pain if it had pierced my heart

ye kahaan ki dostee hai ke bane hain dost naaseh

what kind of friendship is this, that friends are now advisers

koee chaarasaaz hota, koee ghamgusaar hota

someone should ease my pain, someone sympathize with me

rag-e-sang se tapakta wo lahoo ki phir na thamta

from every nerve drips blood without restraint

jise gham samajh rahe ho, ye agar sharaar hota

as if that which you think is anguish is but a spark

gham agarche jaan_gulis hai, per kahaan bachain ke dil hai

threatening as love is, there is no deliverance from the heart

gham-e-ishq gar na hota, gham-e-rozgaar hota

if not the torment of love, it would be the torment of life

kahoon kis se main ke kya hai, shab-e-gham buree bala hai

whom shall I narrate the pangs of these evenings of sorrow

mujhe kya bura tha marna agar ek baar hota

i would have not resented this death, had it come only once

hue mar ke ham jo ruswa, hue kyon na gharq-e-dariya

that I died and was disgraced, why was I not just drowned

na kabhee janaaza uthata, na kaheen mazaar hota

never was there a funeral, no where was a tomb erected

usay kaun dekh sakta ke yagaana hai wo yaktaa

who can see him since his Oneness is without peer

jo dooee ki boo bhee hotee to kaheen do chaar hota

even the scent of his duality would be an introduction

ye masaail-e-tasawwuf, ye tera bayaan 'Ghalib'!

this mysticism, these statements of yours Ghalib

tujhe ham walee samajhate, jo na baada_khwaar hota

you would be a saint, if only you were not inebriated