Mirza Ghalib

27 December 1797 – 15 February 1869 / Agra / British India

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.
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