sab kaha kuch lala o gul me
numaya ho gayi khak me
kya surte hongi ke pinha ho gayi
ranj se khun agar hua insaa to mit jata hai ranj
ranj se khun agar hua insaa to mit jata hai ranj
mushkile mujh par padi itni ke aasa ho gayi
yu hi agar rota raha galib to ahle jaha
dekhna in bastiyo ko tum ke vira ho gayi

The rose, the ruby, all their bloom, a whisper,
Lost within the dust, a shadowed tomb.
What forms, once vibrant, now in slumber deep,
Concealed, returned to earth, where secrets sleep.

If grief should bleed a soul to crimson hue,
That sorrow, then, a fleeting thing, subdued.
So many trials, burdens I have borne,
Until the weight, by grace, was gently torn.

If Ghalib weeps, a river unrestrained,
Then watch these cities, where no life remained,
And see the empty echoes of the past,
Where joy has fled, and desolation cast.