Of cogent prose and fake celebrities

It's a hackneyed and dull practice to fill up your blog with prose of other authors. So you don't do it. The rules change, however, for an author of Ghalib's repute and a fan of my indulgence. This one's courtesy AJ.

koee ummeed bar naheeN aatee
koee soorat nazar naheeN aatee

maut ka ek din mu'ayyan hai
neeNd kyoN raat bhar naheeN aatee ?
[ mu'ayyan = definite ]

aage aatee thee haal-e-dil pe haNsee
ab kisee baat par naheeN aatee

jaanta hooN sawaab-e-taa'at-o-zahad
par tabeeyat idhar naheeN aatee

[ sawaab = reward of good deeds in next life, taa'at = devotion,
zahad = religious deeds or duties ]

hai kuchch 'eisee hee baat jo chup hooN
warna kya baat karni naheeN aatee ?

kyoN na cheeKHooN ki yaad karate haiN
meree aawaaz gar naheeN aatee

daaGH-e-dil gar nazar naheeN aata
boo bhee 'ei chaaraagar ! naheeN aatee

[ chaaraagar = healer/doctor ]

ham wahaaN haiN jahaaN se hamko bhee
hamaaree KHabar naheeN aatee

marte haiN aarzoo meiN marne ki
maut aatee hai par naheeN aatee

kaaba'a kis muNh se jaaoge 'GHalib'
sharm tumko magar naheeN aatee

Kaaba, I'm told, is the huge masonry structure built at the hallowed grounds of Mecca. Drop me a pointer if I'm wrong. Other posts on Ghalib here and here. In other news, Gaurav Sharma, the man made famous on this blog now has a blog of his own.