daa_im padaa huaa tere dar par nahi hun mai
khaaq aisi zindagi pe, ki patthar nahi hun mai

[daa_im = forever]

kyo gadrish-e-mudaam se ghabaraa na jaaye dil
insaan hun, pyaalaa-o-saagar nahi hun mai

[gardish-e-mudaam = never ending sorrow mudaam = never ending]
[pyaalaa-o-saagar = goblet of wine]

yaa rab zamaanaa mujhako mitaataa hai kis liye
lauh-e-jahaan pe harf-e-muqarrar nahi hun mai

[lauh-e-jahaan = paper of the world, metaphorically speaking]
[hafr-e-muqarrar = redundant word / letter]

had chaahiye sazaa me aqubat ke vaaste
aakhir gunaah_gaar hun qaafir nahi hun mai

[aqubat = torture, pain]

kis vaaste aziz nahi jaanate mujhe
laal-o-zamurd-o-zar-o-gauhar nahi hun mai

[laal-o-zamurd-o-zar-o-gauhar = ruby, emerald, gold or pearl]

rakhate ho tum qadam meri aankho se kyo direg
rutabe me mahar-o-maah se kamatar nahi hun mai

karate ho mujhako man-o-qadam-bos kis liye
kyaa aasamaan ke bhi baraabar nahi hun mai

'gaalib' vazifaakhvaar ho, do shaah ko duaa
vo din gaye ki kahate the, naukar nahi hun mai

I lie not always at your door, a constant guest,
Such dust upon a life, no stone within my breast.

Why should my heart not tremble, facing fate's relentless spin?
A human I, no goblet filled, to bear the wine within.

Oh Lord, why does the world seek my erasure's art?
I am not etched, a fixed decree, upon the world's cold chart.

Punishment should have a bound, a limit to its sting,
I am a sinner, yes, but not a faithless thing.
Why treat me not with kindness, with a gentle grace?
I am no ruby, pearl, or gem, to find my worth in place.

Why do you hesitate, to tread upon my gaze?
I am not lesser, less than sun and moon's bright rays.
Why do you offer me, that kiss upon the ground?
Am I not equal, even, to the skies around?

Ghalib, a pensioner now, offering the King his prayer,
Gone are the days when I proclaimed, "I am no servant there."