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Let the ascetics sing of the garden of Paradise

Mirza Ghalib, Mirza Ghalib poetry, Muslim / Sufi, Muslim / Sufi poetry,  poetry, [TRADITION SUB2] poetry,  poetry by Mirza Ghalib
(1797 - 1869) Timeline

English version by
Jane Hirshfield

Original Language
Urdu

Muslim / Sufi
19th Century

Let the ascetics sing of the garden of Paradise --
We who dwell in the true ecstasy can forget their vase-tamed bouquet.

In our hall of mirrors, the map of the one Face appears
As the sun's splendor would spangle a world made of dew.

Hidden in this image is also its end,
As peasants' lives harbor revolt and unthreshed corn sparks with fire.

Hidden in my silence are a thousand abandoned longings:
My words the darkened oil lamp on a stranger's unspeaking grave.

Ghalib, the road of change is before you always:
The only line stitching this world's scattered parts.

 

 

-- from The Enlightened Heart: An Anthology of Sacred Poetry, by Stephen Mitchell

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Themes

  Bliss
  Death
  Fire
  Garden
  Silence


Recommended Books


East Window: Poems from Asia, Translated by W. S. Merwin
The Enlightened Heart: An Anthology of Sacred Poetry, by Stephen Mitchell
Lightning Should Have Fallen on Ghalib, by Mirza Asadullah Khan Ghalib / Translated by Robert Bly
Mirza Ghalib: A Creative Biography, by Natalia Il'inichna Prigarina
The Oxford India Ghalib: Life, Letters and Ghazals, by Mirza Asadullah Khan Ghalib / Edited by Ralph Russel

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Commentary by Ivan M. Granger

Each couplet of this ghazal dances, don't they?

In our hall of mirrors, the map of the one Face appears
As the sun's splendor would spangle a world made of dew.


Those lines could just as easily appear in a Buddhist poem. In the myriad objects of the world, everything is a mirror reflecting the one Reality. Each person, each thing, is like a drop of dew shining like the sun.

 

 


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