Kaaba mein jaa raha toh na do ta'na kya kahein

Don't mock my path toward the holy site, you see, The tavern's fellowship is lost to me.

Let wine and honey hold no tempting sway, Let Heaven, cast to Hell, be lost to me.

Why shouldn't I stray from virtue's narrow script? The straight-drawn line of Fate is lost to me.

Oh Ghalib, from my striving, nothing's gained, you see; If locusts spare the field, the harvest's lost to me.