غیر لیں محفل میں بوسے جام کے

rivals get to sip from goblets in her company

thirsty for even a message I'm destined to be

why should I complain to you for my sorry state

tis the mischief of the sky that decides my fate

blank letters I will write to you, it is all the same

because I am a lover, dear, of your very name

night, at zam-zam I had wine, and then, come dawn

stains in my holy cloak I washed, till they all were gone

your eyes ensnared this heart of mine, how can one forget

these eyes of yours too are the strands of your beauty's net

news of the king's restorative bath is in the air

let's see when the fortunes of the bath-house now repair

Ghalib, a worthless person, this love has made of me

otherwise a man of substance I once used to be