Heart it is, Not a Brick or Stone Heart it is, not a brick or stone Why shouldnt it feel the pain? Let none tyrannize this heart Or I shall cry again and again Neither the temple, nor the mosque Nor on someones door or porch I await on the path where He will tread Why others should compel me to go? The illumined grace that lights up the heart And glows like the midday sun That Self that annihilates all sights When then it hides in the mysterious net? The amorous glance is the deadly dagger And the arrows of emotions are fatal Your image may be equally powerful Why should it appear before you? The rules of life and bonds of sorrow In reality are the one manifestation Before realizing the ultimate truth How can then one attain liberation? Love is laden with noble thoughts Yet what remains is the carnal shame Trust conscience the still little voice Why do you want test the rival? There the pride of modesty resides Here dwells the social morality How shall we meet, on which road Why should he invite me to the abode? True he is an atheist Unfaithful and unchaste Dear to who is faith and heart Why should he then venture there? Without the wretched Ghalib Has any activity come to a halt? What then is the need to cry? What then is the need to brood
Posted on: Wed, 29 Jan 2014 02:12:41 +0000
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