Mirza Ghalib

just like a child's play

Just like a child's play this world appears to me, every single night and day, this spectacle I see: The throne of mighty Solomon's a trifle merely, the Messiah's miracle's just another thing to me. Except in name the world exists, I do not agree and objects of this life cannot but a delusion be. Deserts are interned in sand in my presence see, rivers rub their foreheads in dust in front of me. Ask not, in your absence, what my state is apt to be, you see your own condition when you're in front of me. 'tis true I preen, why should I not, self indulgently? When the beauty, mirror-faced, sits in front of me. Only then, my eloquence, will you chance to see, let first a cup of wine be placed there in front of me. Faith restrains me while I am tugged at by heresy, behind me stands the mosque, the church in front of me. Though a lover I seduce my loved ones craftily, Laila speaks ill of Majnuu.n when in front of me. Although in union happy you don't die of ecstasy, the wish of night of separation comes in front of me. If only did this ocean of blood rage relentlessly what else lies in store for me I have yet to see. Let the cup and flask of wine remain in front of me, though my hands are motionless, my eyes as yet can see. Colleague, friend and my confidante is he tell me why you criticize Ghalib in front of me.

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