Ghalib Mausoleum

The evening
Shadowing with raga darbari
On the dark clouds, a star
And the horizon’s face reddened.


Goblets and glasses
Of hums of radif
In the night
Decked with lamps
The chants of fakirs
Ther earth and sky
Are the planets of kafiya


Leaf of my heart
Is asleep here
In the last sleep
In the charming shadow of
Tree of rekhta
In the village of moon.

From ‘Maanind’