zulmat-kade me mere shab-e-gam kaa josh hai
ik shamaa hai dalil-e-sahar so khamosh hai

ai taazaa vaaredaan-e-bisaat-e-hawaa-e-dil
zinhaar gar tumhe havas-e-naav-nosh hai

dekho mujhe jo didaa-e-ibarat-nigaah ho
meri suno jo gosh-e-nasihat-ni_osh hai

daag-e-firaaq-e-sohabat-e-shab ki jali hu_i
ik shammaa rah ga_i hai so wo bhi khamosh hai

aate hai gaib se ye mazaami khayaal me
'gaalib' sarir-e-khaamaa naawaa-e-sarosh hai

In this cavern of shadows, my night's sorrow swells,
A solitary candle, dawn's harbinger, silently dwells.
O, newcomers to the chessboard of a heart's desire,
Beware, if the thirst for novelty sets your souls afire.

Behold me, with eyes that see lessons etched deep,
Listen to me, if counsel your ears wish to keep.
The scar of separation, from the night's embrace burned,
A single flickering flame remains, its fervor now spurned.

These meanings arrive from the unseen, in thought's embrace,
'Ghalib's' pen, a voice of the celestial space.