To be one with my beloved was not my destiny.
Had I continued living longer, it'd have been the same waiting!    

2. I lived on your promise, thus-beloved, I knew it to be false.
For would not have I died of happiness, in case- I had faith!

3. Your delicacy made me understood that you have made a loose pledge.
You could have never broken it, had it been firm!

4. O’ someone should ask my heart about your half-drawn arrow.
Where would this pricking have arisen from, had it pierced the liver!

5. What kind of friendship is it, that friends have become critics.
If there had been someone as healer, if there had been an assuager of grief!  

6. Blood would’ve unceasingly dripped from the veins of stone,
Had it, which you are considering grief, been a spark!

7. Grief is, invariably, life-consuming; still one cannot escape as 'tis a matter of passions!
Had there been no grief of love, there would've been sufferings of livelihood!

8. To whom would I confide that the distressing night is a severe catastrophe!
Would death be bad for me if I died once and only once!

9. Since my dying disgraced me-- why wasn’t I drowned in the river?
Neither my bier would ever have been carried, nor would anywhere be a tomb.

10. Who would ever be able to see Him, for unique is His Oneness!
If there had been even a sign of twoness, somewhere He’d have been encountered!

11. These inquiries into mysticism, this eloquence of yours, Ghalib!
We would’ve regarded you to be a saint, had you not been a wine-drinker

Such a heat of passion is the desire that once again, like a candle,
flame demands running down the fragments, as far as the live pulse!

Thou art my wife,my mother,my babe.
Thou art the mad mosaic of my cradle song.
Thou art my soul's familiar friend.

None deserves to be my destination
Except thee.
Thou art Being and Non-Being of the self of mine
Which is thine
Seated inside thine heart.
I am thy slave,o thou,
Myself who art entirely.
Thine is the kingdom of my thoughts.

Thou hast made me everlasting,
Altering and transforming,
Like thee,never constant.
For thee i have kept the Water of Life.
Thou who hast gone after the I Ching
Like a Chinese fascination of beauty and wisdom.
Verily,thou along with me,
Hast gone after the form.

O Loved One,
Thou hast embraced the reality
That thou canst find in mere assertion.
My love is my life
That i have sought for years.
Although in essence it is nothingness
As the Taoist vessel,
As the quintessence of the utmost Way_
Vast and vague,without shape.

Regard me not from my infirmity.
O' why dost thou make my thoughts frail
Beneath which are six rivers
Of Love and Faith,
Mystery and Secret,Yin and Yang.
Thou art my babe inside my womb
Who hast hundreds and thousands of names
In this far stretching expanse
Of non-existence and nothingness.

Thou art my embryo,
Bowed in worship inside my womb.
I often feel within me
Mine divine bowing performance.

Verily,thou art near me.
Verily,thou art within me.
Verily,thine is
The realm of my existence.

Such is the state of your glory that if thought would be given;
It would make the impudence of the heart a pilgrimage place of amazement!

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O Manifestation of Perspicacity, bestow on me the alms of Beauty:
That like the sun a begging bowl may be the lamp of dervish's house!

1.  The moment my beloved asked me, "How does one lose his mind?"
     Being mindful of my selflessness, the wind blow -- "Like this"!

2. It is never more than a single glance- the leisure of existence !
    The cheers of the assemblage exist until a dance of the spark!

3. She, having come into my dreams, could at least give comfort to my restlessness!
    But, only if the convulsions in my heart could give me an opportunity to sleep!!

4. You asserted that why would there be disgrace in seeing a stranger!
    Rightly you remark, truly you speak; do say it again, for why would there be!

5. My heart had made an offering for the appearance I so longed for!
    But upon reflection, the strength of my vision weakened and then vanished!