The World Is A Playground

I perceive the world as a playground

Where dawn and dusk appear in eternal rounds

In His Universal form is a plaything the throne of Solomon

The miracles of the Messiah seem so ordinary in my eyes

Without name I cannot comprehend any form

Illusionary but is the identity of all objects

My anguish envelopes the entire desert

Silently flows the river in front of my floods

Ask not what separation has done to me

Just see your poise when I come in front of you

Truly you say that I am egotistical and proud

It is the reflection, O friend, in your limited mirror

To appreciate the style and charm of conversation

Just bring in the goblet and wine

Hatred manifests due to my envious mind

Thus I say, don't take his name in front of me

Faith stops me while temptations attract

Inspite of Kaaba behind and church ahead

I am the Lover, yet notorious is my charm

Thus Laila calls names to Majnu in front of me

'Dies' not one though the union is a delight

In premonition of the separation night

Alas, this be it, the bloody separation wave

I know not what else is in store ahead of me

Though the hands don't move, the eyes are alive

Wine and goblet, let them stay in front of me

Says 'Ghalib' 

Conscience is companion and trusted friend

Don't pass any judgments in front of me.