Koi din gar zindagani aur hai

If life should last for yet another day, The vow I've made is of another kind.

The flames of hell do not burn quite so high; The fire of secret grief is of another kind.

I have seen her anger many a time, But this new, cold disdain is of another kind.

He gives the note and watches for a sign; The message not yet spoken is of another kind.

Though fate is written in the stars on high, That scourge from heaven is of another kind.

Your trials are all done, Ghalib, you've paid your fine; But sudden death is of another kind.