hamane maanaa ke tagaaful na karoge lekin
khaaq ho jaayege ham tumako khabar hone tak
khaaq ho jaayege ham

husn-e-gam hai ke sazaa saz se chhutaa mere baad
baaki aaraam se hai ahal-e-jafaa mere baad

shamaa bujhati hai usame se dhu_aan uthataa hai
sholaa-e-ishq siyaa-posh hu_aa mere baad

gam se marataa ho ke itanaa nahi duniyaa me ko_i
kyun kare taajiyat-mehar-o-wafaa mere baad

aaye hai dilaqashi-e-ishq pe ronaa gaalib
ishq ghar jaayegaa sailaab-e-balaa mere baad

We concede, indifference you may feign,
But dust we'll become, 'til knowledge you gain.
Dust we'll become.

Beauty of sorrow, a release from the pain,
While others find comfort in the lash of the chain,
After I'm gone.

The candle's extinguished, smoke ascends,
The fire of love, in mourning now bends,
After I'm gone.

None in this world, such grief could sustain,
Why then, offer solace, to love’s fading reign,
After I'm gone?

A tear for love's allure, Ghalib now weeps,
Love's house to be flooded, the deluge that creeps,
After I'm gone.