Treasure Island

Mirza Ghalib

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

Let the ascetics sing of the garden of Paradise --


Let the ascetics sing of the garden of Paradise --
We who dwell in the true ecstasy can forget their vase-tamed bouquet.

In our hall of mirrors, the map of the one Face appears
As the sun's splendor would spangle a world made of dew.

Hidden in this image is also its end,
As peasants' lives harbor revolt and unthreshed corn sparks with fire.

Hidden in my silence are a thousand abandoned longings:
My words the darkened oil lamp on a stranger's unspeaking grave.

Ghalib, the road of change is before you always:
The only line stitching this world's scattered parts.

Submitted: Thursday, April 01, 2010

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  • * Sunprincess * (12/6/2013 2:38:00 PM)

    Hidden in my silence are a thousand abandoned longings:
    My words the darkened oil lamp on a stranger's unspeaking grave. (Report) Reply

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