"All my hopes stand belied.
No prospect is in sight!
Death will come when it will come,
Why comes not sleep at night?
I once could laugh at the state of my heart,
But nothing can make me laugh to-day.
To pray and penance is good, I know,
But my mind is not disposed this way.
There must be something that holds my tongue,
Not that I know not how to speak.
If you can't see my scalded heart,
Can't you O healer, smell the burn?
I am in that oblivious state,
A stranger to myself where I am.
I am dying to meet my death,
Death doth come, but not if willed.
Do you have the face to visit Kaba?
Ghalib you are brazen-faced!"
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