Mirza Ghalib

in love bolder i become

In love, bolder I become, once openly I cried, I was washed so thoroughly that I got sanctified. To make payment for my wine, I sold my drinking gear, just these two burdens I had, thus managed to clear. Your waywardness was the cause for your notoriety shrewd you did become although, temperamentally. Who says the plaints of nightingales are to no avail, a million hearts of roses are rent behind the veil. What of being and nothingness of lovers you inquire, they have burnt like leaves and straw in heat of their desire. I had gone there to complain about her unconcern, just a glance she cast on me, to ashes did I turn. In such a style my coffin, she carried yesterday seeing which e'en enemies of mine were caused dismay.

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