Milti hai khuu-e-yaar se naar iltihaab mein

Her very nature is a burning fire, in this despair. A heathen I, if I find no strange comfort for my care in this despair.

How long I've been in this world of ruin, I cannot declare in this despair, If I must count the nights of separation I must bear in this despair.

She swore she'd come, then visited my dream—a false affair in this despair; And so I'll never sleep again, caught waiting in her snare in this despair.

Before my messenger returns, a second note I will prepare in this despair; I know already what dismissive answer she will share in this despair.

The cup would never reach my lips, a fact I was aware in this despair; I fear the Saqi mixed some poison in the wine they pour with care in this despair.

What trick can fool the one who denies faith itself is fair in this despair? So why suspect my love because a rival lays a snare in this despair?

"In union's moment, fear of rivals makes me stop and stare in this despair." She asks, "What twisted fantasy has caught you unaware in this despair?"

That I should know the joy of union? A thought I cannot bear in this despair; In my distress, I quite forgot to die for her right there in this despair.

Beneath her veil, a frown is etched with lines of angry care in this despair; A single, telling crease has formed upon the cloth she has to wear in this despair.

A million kindnesses are lost to one cold, cutting glare in this despair; A million charms undone by one sharp word she cannot spare in this despair.

A sigh so strong it could have split the sun beyond compare in this despair, Finds not the slightest foothold in a heart that does not care in this despair.

The magic that can make a ship sail on the desert air in this despair, Is useless when I plead my case and she is not aware in this despair.

Though Ghalib has sworn off his wine, he'll still indulge his share in this despair; On cloudy days or moonlit nights, he'll drink to banish care in this despair.