(27 December 1797 – 15 February 1869 / Agra / British India)

"No, I Wasn'T Meant To Love And Be Loved&Quot;

No, I wasn't meant to love and be loved.
If I'd lived longer, I would have waited longer.

Knowing you are faithless keeps me alive and hungry.
Knowing you faithful would kill me with joy.

Delicate are you, and your vows are delicate, too,
so easily do they break.

You are a laconic marksman. You leave me
not dead but perpetually dying.

I want my friends to heal me, succor me.
Instead, I get analysis.

Conflagrations that would make stones drip blood
are campfires compared to my anguish.

Two-headed, inescapable anguish!—
Love's anguish or the anguish of time.

Another dark, severing, incommunicable night.
Death would be fine, if I only died once.

I would have liked a solitary death,
not this lavish funeral, this grave anyone can visit.

You are mystical, Ghalib, and, also, you speak beautifully.
Are you a saint, or just drunk as usual?

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so lovely.. adorable..10 Death must come Tuesday,8th October 2019 had I known the impact of love? I could have loved till eternity, but was it not the insult to divinity? the gospel of love was clearly shown by an almighty Hasmukh Mehta Courtesy; NN.Net .poemhunter/hasmukh-amathalal/
Death would be fine, if I only died once/// great expression
A beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing. Kingsley Egbukole.
Passionate, mystical and surreal...a magnificent poem about love's anguish!
Good translation no doubt, but I'd have loved to read the original along
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