A Poem by Mirza Ghalib

Mirza Ghalib was the one of the greatest Urdu poet from 19th century. I translated this poem for a school project.

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I look at the joys of this world, as I look at the dust.



Crying used to give me pleasure but now my eyes have gone dry.



When I am dead, wind might take my dust to my destination.



Because now I have no more strength to continue.



For whom are these preparations of welcome, who is this lover from the heaven?



All I see is flowers, and nothing else.



My love has left me capable of nothing.



Now I just wish to live quietly somewhere.



Asad, my poetry is for times past.



It is useless to write, when no one understands.<br />