Heart It Is, Not A Brick Or Stone

Heart it is, not a brick or stone
Why shouldn't it feel the pain?
Let none tyrannize this heart
Or I shall cry again and again
Neither the temple, nor the mosque
Nor on someone's 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?

by Mirza Ghalib

Comments (5)

Wisdom is showered on all, but it comes to reside only in a few as we are not good recipients of wisdom! Profound and terse!
This is the fruit of brevity- - brilliant wit! ! ! Love this! Love this! Love this! 10++++++++++++++++++
Till the air and space have it own colour, till the feeling in heart can be seen and till the shape of meaning overshadow the words...wisdom is always invisible but always exist to who look for it. Wonderful work Ali...it feels like discovering meaning and wisdom is inside this read too, keep writing my friend Ali
Great depth here, Ali. This reminds me of what I once heard- -a promise is a reality fulfilled but not yet realized. A terrific, thought-provoking poem.
A wise piece. Very rightly said. Most of the wisdom is lost upon us. It's easier to live a foolish life.