This is my favorite ghazal, I read it when I was very young, I probably did not understand it as much as I do now, but I certainly loved repeating certain parts of the lyrics.
It was not in my fate to see my beloved
Even if I lived longer I would still be waiting
Someone can ask my heart about this half drawn arrow
I would not have the anxiety,had it gone through my liver
Whom can I complain to about my night of grief
There was nothing wrong with death had it been once
I was disgraced after my death, why did I not drown in the river
Then there never would be a funeral nor a tomb for me
These thoughts of mysticism, your report ‘Ghalib’
We would have considered you our chief, had you not wasted
your life away by drinking.