Love demands patience, desire is restless; What color shall I paint the heart, until you savage it? You shall not ignore me when the time comes, I know, but I may turn to dust before the news reaches you.
Mirza Asadullah Khan GhalibConsumed by the agony of remembrance The remembrance of night's festive company The one remaining candle flickers and dies.
Mirza Asadullah Khan GhalibThe world is no more than the Beloved's face. And the desire of the One to know its own beauty, we exist.
Mirza Asadullah Khan GhalibThe object of my worship lies beyond perceptions reach. For those who see, the Ka'ba is a compass, nothing more.
Mirza Asadullah Khan Ghalib