Separation

The line 'tween future and past, at once, completely erased;For yesterday you departed, and doomsday we faced.

If tears thus flow in this night of separation,The moon's reflection will become a house-destroying flood.

Tomorrow and yesterday's divide, it vanished in a flash,The day you departed, upon us Doomsday did crash.

Neither I, nor my beloved, went anywhere with anyone else; only my body went alone to Tagore.

Oh, the dread of separation's helpless nights, it is so deep! My own shadow hides from me, even in the sun of Doomsday.

I long to pour forth like a spring cloud, and then be clear,Weeping, weeping, to perish in the sorrow of separation.

In the blazing fire of separation, suddenly, without her, My heart burned so fiercely that even a little life was not spared.

Let streams of blood flow from my eyes, for it is the evening of separation;I will imagine that two candles have been lit.

After the beloved's farewell, we writhe in blood; We are but footprints of her cherished feet.

The intensity of the heart has become a wilderness of separation; that is, its strength has been tested.

What can I say, Ghalib, of my heart's state in separation's plight? Each thread of the bed, from restlessness, feels like a thorn tonight.

We do not find enough strength for the pains of travel,And we also bear the grief of separation from homeland friends.

My life will pass, until Doomsday, in this night of separation;Even seven days weigh heavy on us, waiting till the dawn.

Sufficient is the sign, that you denied your ring, Just showed an empty finger at my journey's start.

Of your non-arrival, I was quite certain, Yet day and night, to the threshold, I repeatedly returned.

Those colours which I had cherished like life itself,Those colours turned out to be guests for just one night.

Be it life or be it death, whoever it may be, tell them, O heart! That 'Ghayal' is drinking, go, he cannot come.

No longer fit for love's humble plea, The heart I once prided, is no longer with me.

Without you, this house's life, it pricks my eye,I always weep, when walls and doors I spy.

After a long time, something was created from her, But then it ruined after the first companionship.

How can I describe the circumstances of separation? Every hour felt like the Day of Judgment.

How did you, Meer, gaze with such longing, We cried much after your departure.

He bade me stay at his door, but how quickly he changed his mind,In the time it took for my rolled-up bed to unwind.

Ghalib, in my heart, I bear both yearning for union and parting's complaint;

Bulleya Shah's lovely/beautiful way, Not my longing for your gentle grace. The songs that used to bring me joy and care, In this separation, they are not the same.

The sun has concealed its spring-like blush,

In the thorny bush of this love, my beloved appears like the Kaaba to the Kaaba. Having wounded us, you did not even give us news. You made us dance with your love and then left us broken.

The market stalls are closed and the woman is veiled, For the sake of the beloved, my soul is restrained. I cannot bear this separation, my heart is contained, Oh, nightingale, in the garden, please sing your refrain.

In the dream's depth, my beloved is lost, I cannot find you.

I am moving on, I will not stay here, My companion is no longer ready, Oh God, what should I do?