Ghazal
Three Ghazals of Mir Taqi Mir
What is in the heart of idols
what is
in the heart of idols, I don't know
will God appear from 'neath the veil, I don't know
this only I know that I've known nothing:
this too after a lifetime I've come to know
You are everything this everybody knows
Yet, how is God actually I don't know
that I would die in love was known to me
in its beginning was the end I did know
love, O healer, is an ailment of the heart
bless me now with a cure, if you know
Our
existence is just a bubble
our
existence is just a bubble
like a mirage is all spectacle
the softness of her lips indeed
is like that of a rose petal
at her door again and again
a worry personified I am
as I speak, she retorts:
this voice is of a ruined man
Mir, with wine fully laden
appear her eyes half open!
Kindly excuse me buddy
kindly
excuse me buddy, I am drunk already
give me just a cup empty, I am drunk already
see, it is inebriation that has my talk confused
okay, blame me if you wish, I am drunk already
I can't help if my gait is a bit unsteady
hold no grudge against me, I am drunk already
friday prayer isn't running, what's the hurry ?
wait a while, I come too, though I'm drunk already
you are a brittle glass, as touchy as hell, Mir,
don't pick argument with me, I'm drunk already
