Taskeen ko hum na royein jo zauq-e-nazar mile

I would not weep for solace, if the joy of sight were near; And only 'midst the Houris would your face find its true peer.

Once you have slain me, do not bury me so near, Why should the world, through me, find out that you live here?

O Cup-bearer, show shame for what you pour with care, For we drink every night whatever wine is there.

I have no words for you, my friend, beyond a prayer, But greet the messenger for me, should you find him there.

We'd show you what Majnun achieved in his despair, If from this secret war of grief a moment we could spare.

We are not bound to follow where the guide Khizr would fare, We knew him as an elder whose long journey we did share.

O dwellers of that lane where my beloved lives, take care, Should you find Ghalib, lost in thought and wandering there.