Phir is andaaz se bahaar aayi

Again in such magnificent array is here The spring, that sun and moon to watch the play is here.

Behold, O you who dwell as men of mortal clay, What cosmic artistry and grand display is here.

The earth from end to end is now so green, you'd say A rival to the sky's own bright inlay is here.

When all the spreading green could find no other way, A film of moss upon the water's face today is here.

To see the grass and flowers in the sun's bright ray, To the narcissus-eye, the gift of sight today is here.

The air itself now holds the power of the wine, To breathe is now to drink, and in its magic sway is here.

And why, O Ghalib, should the world not be this gay? The pious King's recovery this blessed day is here.