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hazāroñ ḳhvāhisheñ aisī ki har ḳhvāhish pe dam nikle
hazāroñ ḳhvāhisheñ aisī ki har ḳhvāhish pe dam nikle bahut nikle mire armān lekin phir bhī kam nikle
Dare kyuuñ merā qātil kyā rahegā us kī gardan par vo ḳhuuñ jo chashm-e-tar se umr bhar yuuñ dam-ba-dam nikle
nikalnā ḳhuld se aadam kā sunte aa.e haiñ lekin bahut be-ābrū ho kar tire kūche se ham nikle
bharam khul jaa.e zālim tere qāmat kī darāzī kā agar is turra-e-pur-pech-o-ḳham kā pech-o-ḳham nikle
magar likhvā.e koī us ko ḳhat to ham se likhvā.e huī sub.h aur ghar se kaan par rakh kar qalam nikle
huī is daur meñ mansūb mujh se bāda-āshāmī phir aayā vo zamāna jo jahāñ meñ jām-e-jam nikle
huī jin se tavaqqo' ḳhastagī kī daad paane kī vo ham se bhī ziyāda ḳhasta-e-teġh-e-sitam nikle
mohabbat meñ nahīñ hai farq jiine aur marne kā usī ko dekh kar jiite haiñ jis kāfir pe dam nikle
kahāñ mai-ḳhāne kā darvāza 'ġhālib' aur kahāñ vaa.iz par itnā jānte haiñ kal vo jaatā thā ki ham nikle
Thousands of desires, each so intense it could take my breath away Many of my dreams came true, but still not enough
Why should my killer be afraid, what will remain on his neck The blood that flows from my tearful eyes, drop by drop, all my life
We have heard of Adam's departure from paradise But I left your street, utterly disgraced
The illusion of your tall stature will be revealed If the twists and turns of your curly locks are unraveled
But if someone wants to write her a letter, let them write it through me Morning came, and I left home with a pen behind my ear
In this era, I was linked with wine-drinking Then came the time when the world saw the cup of Jamshid
From whom I expected sympathy for my exhaustion They turned out to be more wounded by the sword of tyranny than I
In love, there is no difference between living and dying We live by seeing the one for whom we would give our life
Where is the tavern door, Ghalib, and where is the preacher But we know that yesterday he went, and we came out