Kabhi neiki bhi us ke jee mein gar aa jaaye hai mujh se

When some rare thought of kindness for me crosses her soul, She recalls all her tyrannies, and the shame takes its toll; it is more than I can bear.

O God, the law of my heart's desire is turned astray, The more I try to draw her close, the more she pulls away; it is more than I can bear.

Her ways are cruel, my tale of love a sorrow to recount, My messenger, hearing a part, flees from the sheer amount; it is more than I can bear.

On her side lies suspicion, and on my side, a weakened heart, She cannot bring herself to ask, and I can't speak my part; it is more than I can bear.

O Despair, let me find my strength, this is a dreadful fray, The very memory of my love now starts to slip away; it is more than I can bear.

Let's set all pretense aside; her very gaze is pain, How can I look upon her face and witness such disdain? It is more than I can bear.

In this, the battlefield of love, my feet were the first prey, I find I cannot run from it, and yet I cannot stay; it is more than I can bear.

It is the final tragedy, O Ghalib, this last blow, The one I'd not trust God to keep, now with my rival goes; it is more than I can bear.