Ghalib : Ghazal 6~

(Phir mujhe deedah-e-tar yaad aayaa)

Those moist eyes have come to my mind once again;
My heart and liver thirst for a lament again.

Doomsday has yet to halt to take a breath,
Though the moment of your journey is here again.

I would have surely passed my life anyhow,
Why has your street crossed my mind again?

The gatekeeper of Paradise would have quarreled,
Had I thought of your abode there again.

What is this wilderness before my wilderness?
I imagine my house in a forest again.

Whene'er my boyhood aimed a stone at Majnu, Asad,
I remembered my own head again and again!
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(First published in e-journal Kritya)
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