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.

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 />
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