Ghalib : Ghazal 2 ~
Love entreaties I can't make any more;
The heart I was once proud of, is no more.
I walk out stained with my own desires,
A lamp extinguished I am, fit for mehfil no more.
Think of some other way to court Death, O heart,
I won't die at the hands of my Beloved any more.
No hope I have to cultivate the field of love,
Barring a wish, nothing remains now any more.
Love's tyranny I do not fear Asad,
But the heart I was proud of, is no more.
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