Before the dusk descends,
another letter I'll pen,
knowing well the words
they'll weave in their reply then.
How long, in this world's ruin,
have I lingered, I can't tell,
How long, in this world's ruin,
have I lingered, I can't tell,
If I counted all the sorrows
where separation fell.
When did the cup's embrace,
reach my place in their hall,
When did the cup's embrace,
reach my place in their hall,
The cupbearer held no favor
in the liquor, no call.
So that I may never
waste the years in sleep,
So that I may never
waste the years in sleep,
They promised to come to me,
only in dreams, so deep.
Ghalib, I've left the wine,
but still, from time to time,
Ghalib, I've left the wine,
but still, from time to time,
I drink beneath the clouds,
and moon's silver chime.
How long, in this world's ruin,
have I lingered, I can't tell,
If I counted all the sorrows
where separation fell.
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