In that gathering, shame could not contain,
Though signals beckoned, I remained the same.
Though signals beckoned, I remained the same.
What day, O Lord, were accusations spared?
What day, O Lord, were accusations spared?
What day the saw upon my head was not declared?
What day the saw upon my head was not declared?
Stubbornness it is, but beauty’s now unseen,
A thousand promises, by chance, she did convene.
A thousand promises, by chance, she did convene.
Ghalib, you alone, the answer, can you claim?
Ghalib, you alone, the answer, can you claim?
That you did speak, and she did hear the name,
That you did speak, and she did hear the name,
In that gathering, shame could not contain.
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