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What Cannot Be Said

What Cannot Be Said

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There's one who took my heart away.

But does she own it? I can't say.

See her as unjust though I may,

Is she a tyrant? I can't say.

She strides a bloodless battlefield

Where there's no battle-axe to wield.

She keeps a wineless banquet-hall

Where there's no bowl to raise at all.

Although she serves wine ceaselessly,

Her fingers bring no cup to me.

Her idol-carving hand is sure,

But you cannot call her Azer

When riots quiet down, why must

You brag of ousting the unjust? 

There will be nothing you can say

Of the unjust on Judgment Day.

Within the breast the secret lies

Which none can ever sermonize.

How strange a thing it is that throws

The mind askew till no one knows

How I Ghalib am no believer

But can't be called unfaithful either.


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