Tum jaano tum ko ghair se jo rasm-o-raah ho

Your bond with him is yours, so let that be, But what's the crime if you should ask for me?

From Judgment's court, no one can ever flee; If he's the murderer, the witness you must be.

Do sun and moon slay innocents, and justice flee? I grant you are no mortal; sun and moon you seem to be.

A single thread of her veil is lifted, plain to see; I die in fear another's gaze on it might be.

Since I have lost the tavern, what is place to me? A mosque, a school, a monastery—let them be.

The praise of Heaven may be true, I can agree, But God, I pray that it's your court of majesty.

If Ghalib is no more, it is no tragedy; Just let the world exist, O Lord, and my king be.