
Mirza Ghalib
Mirza Ghalib was a preeminent Urdu and Persian poet of the 19th century, renowned for his profound ghazals and his sophisticated literary style. He is widely considered one of the greatest poets in the Hindustani language, whose work bridged classical traditions with emerging modern sensibilities. Ghalib's poetry is celebrated for its intellectual depth, philosophical insights, wit, and its exploration of complex human emotions, including love, loss, and the existential condition. His mastery of language and his unique perspective continue to resonate with readers and scholars alike, making him a towering figure in South Asian literature.
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No Hope
No Hope
I am left with no hope at all,
No possibility to reach my goal,
The Day of my death is fixed,
I am so very anxious that I can not sleep all night.
Though I know the reward of obedience and worship,
But I have no tendency for it.
I am silent for a certain reason,
Otherwise I can convince you with my words,
Why I shouldn't cry,
For when I don't, she asks about me,
My heart is burning, though you cannot see the spot,
But O my doctor, can't you smell my heart burn?
I have reached to a certain state,
From where even I cannot find myself.
I am dying (Waiting anxiously) for my death,
I don't know where the hell my death has gone.
With what face you will go to Ka'ba, O! Ghalib,
You should be ashamed of yourself while thinking to go there.
I am left with no hope at all,
No possibility to reach my goal,
The Day of my death is fixed,
I am so very anxious that I can not sleep all night.
Though I know the reward of obedience and worship,
But I have no tendency for it.
I am silent for a certain reason,
Otherwise I can convince you with my words,
Why I shouldn't cry,
For when I don't, she asks about me,
My heart is burning, though you cannot see the spot,
But O my doctor, can't you smell my heart burn?
I have reached to a certain state,
From where even I cannot find myself.
I am dying (Waiting anxiously) for my death,
I don't know where the hell my death has gone.
With what face you will go to Ka'ba, O! Ghalib,
You should be ashamed of yourself while thinking to go there.
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