ghar jab bana liya tere dar par kahe baghair
19th Century Mirza Ghalib UrduI’ve made my home right at your very door, without a single word; Will you not know this house is mine, without a single word?
They say I’ve lost the strength to speak, my voice a hazy blur; How can I know another’s heart, without a single word?
My fate is tied to one whose name the world will not endure, Unless they call her ‘tyrant’ first, without a single word.
There's nothing in my heart to hide, of that you can be sure; Or I'd have spoken, head or not, without a single word.
I won't give up the worship of that idol I adore, Though all the world may call me faithless, without a single word.
Her aim is charm and coquetry, a glance and nothing more, But talk soon turns to the dagger’s edge, without a single word.
Though we may speak of seeing Truth, and mystic paths explore, The talk is lost without the wine-cup, without a single word.
I'm deaf, my love, so your attention I implore; I only hear what's said twice over, without a single word.
Oh Ghalib, do not plead your case before her anymore; Your state is clear for her to see, without a single word.