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Baazeechaa-e-atfaal hai duniya mere aage


Baazeechaa-e-atfaal hai duniya mere aage

hota hai shab-o-roz tamaasha mere aage



ik khel hai auraNg-e-sulemaaN mere nazdeek

ik baat hai 'eijaz-e-maseeha mere aage



juz naam naheeN soorat-e-aalam mujhe manzoor

juz waham naheeN hastee-e-ashiya mere aage



hota hai nihaaN gard meiN sehara mere hote

ghisata hai jabeeN KHaak pe dariya mere aage



mat pooch ke kya haal hai mera tere peeche ?

too dekh ke kya rang tera mere aage



hai mauj_zan ik qulzum-e-KHooN, kaash, yahee ho

aata hai abhee dekhiye kya-kya mere aage



go haath ko jumbish naheeN aaNhoN meiN to dam hai

rehne do abhee saaGHar-o-meena mere aage



ham_pesha-o-ham_masharb-o-ham_raaz hai mera

'GHalib' ko bura kyoN kaho achchaa mere aage



In English...



I perceive the world as a playground

Where dawn and dusk appear in eternal rounds

In His Universal form is a plaything

the throne of Solomon



The miracles of the Messiah seem

so ordinary in my eyes



Without name I cannot comprehend any form

Illusionary but is the identity of all objects



My anguish envelopes the entire desert

Silently flows the river in front of my floods



Ask not what separation has done to me

Just see your poise when I come in front of you



Truly you say that I am egotistical and proud

It is the reflection, O friend, in your limited mirror



To appreciate the style and charm of conversation

Just bring in the goblet and wine



Hatred manifests due to my envious mind

Thus I say, don't take his name in front of me



Faith stops me while temptations attract

Inspite of Kaaba behind and church ahead



I am the Lover, yet notorious is my charm

Thus Laila calls names to Majnu in front of me



"Dies" not one though the union is a delight

In premonition of the separation night



Alas, this be it, the bloody separation wave

I know not what else is in store ahead of me



Though the hands don't move, the eyes are alive

Wine and goblet, let them stay in front of me

Says "Ghalib"



Conscience is companion and trusted friend

Don't pass any judgments in front of me.
 

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Login to find out (October 4, 2005 at 1:13pm)
Good job... Mirza Ghalib is my fav. poet. I have ishq with his poetry and him also..