Kya tang hum sitam-zadagaan ka jahaan hai

How cramped our world, for us, the suffering, who complain, Where the whole sky is but an ant's egg on a plane.

The universe is moved by Your desire's domain; A mote of dust, from one sunbeam, is brought to life again.

My glass is red from being struck on flint and stone; The fool thinks it is wine, how can I make it plain?

She found a place in the warm breast of eager men; Why not enjoy it? It's a cool and calm domain.

How kind of you, to not have kissed the other one; But quiet now, for I've a tongue that can explain.

The one who sits within the shadow of her wall Is emperor of all of India's vast terrain.

My grief has wiped away all trust that I exist; Who can I tell this scar is but my soul's own stain?

My faith in her devotion has become so great; O Ghalib, I am pleased that she is full of such disdain.

O people of this Delhi, do not cause him pain; Poor Asad is a guest who will but few days remain.