Husn-e-mah garche ba-hangaam-e-kamaal achha hai

The moon in full perfection lights the way; a fine thing. But my love’s sun-bright face, I have to say, is a fine thing.

No kiss she gives, but on my heart her glances play; "Free goods are good," is what her actions say—a fine thing.

Forget the seer's fabled cup, I'll go my way With this, my humble, replaceable cup of clay—a fine thing.

A gift unasked for has a sweeter taste, they say; The noblest beggar is the one who does not pray—a fine thing.

The flush that seeing her puts on display, She thinks my health improves from day to day—a fine thing.

What grace will stone-heart beauties send our way? A seer has said good fortune comes today—a fine thing.

For Farhad, his own chisel paved the way To speak to Shirin; skill finds words to say—a fine thing.

The drop becomes the river, come what may, When it dissolves; the end defines the play—a fine thing.

May God keep Khizr Sultan green, I pray; This fresh young sapling in the king's garden today is a fine thing.

We know the truth of heaven, anyway; But Ghalib, for the heart's sake, let us say this thought is a fine thing.