Mirza Ghalib

(27 December 1797 – 15 February 1869 / Agra / British India)

Comments about Mirza Ghalib

  • Rookie - 0 Points Ali Gardezi (6/20/2015 9:56:00 PM)

    Gila hai shouq ko DIL main bhi Tangii-eJaa ka, Gauhar main mahv hua Iztiraab darya ka..

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  • Rookie - 0 Points Ali Gardezi (6/20/2015 9:55:00 PM)

    Gila hai shouq ko bhi Tangii-eJaa ka, Gauhar main mahv hua Iztiraab darya ka..

  • Rookie - 0 Points Ali Gardezi (7/29/2014 5:01:00 PM)

    Khat likhenge garche matlab kuch na ho
    ham to ashiq hain tumhare naam ke

  • Rookie Ali Gardezi (7/7/2014 6:03:00 PM)

    Mat pooch kay kya haal hai mera tere pechay
    tu dekh kay kya rang hai tera mere agay

  • Rookie Ali Gardezi (7/7/2014 6:03:00 PM)

    Aisa Aasaan nahin lahu rona
    dil main taaqat jigar mein haal kahan

  • Rookie Khalid Nadeem (9/6/2013 8:39:00 PM)

    Mirza Ghalib was the first poet of Urdu who expressed not only his heart feeling but described his thoughts. He teach his age to live with courage and teach us to live with thinking.

  • Rookie Kamran Anwar (8/16/2013 3:03:00 PM)

    Ghalib is a worthless poet and never described by one word. He described a reality of living british indian era by the passage of his life. Such a legandary poet never match with any other poet in this world.

  • Rookie W. S. (4/24/2013 12:32:00 PM)

    Wow, I suppose his works are translated into English on this site, because as far as I know he was a total Urdu legend and had nothing to do with English.

  • Rookie Nancy William (4/18/2013 7:16:00 AM)

    har ek baat pe kehte ho tum ke 'too kya hai'?
    tumheeN kaho ke yeh andaaz-e-guftgoo kya hai?

    such a superb poet r.in the world.

  • Rookie Md Zamal1947 (8/25/2012 7:30:00 AM)

    The only Urdu, farce and Arabic merely poet in this Subcontinental. performances and works and more quality poems was not possible to protect or achieved because of then political situation. Not ever the best poet born in this subcontinental.

Best Poem of Mirza Ghalib

It Is Not Love It Is Madness

(You say) It is not love, it is madness
My madness may be the cause of your fame
Sever not my relationship with you
If nothing then be my enemy
What is the meaning of notoriety in meeting me
If not in public court meet me alone
I am not my own enemy
So what if the stranger is in love with you
Whatever you are, it is due to your own being
If this not known then it is ignorance
Life though fleets like a lightening flash
Yet it is abundant Time to be in love
I do not want debate on the sustenance of love
Be it not love but another dilemma
Give something ...

Read the full of It Is Not Love It Is Madness

Kiss Me

Ghooncha-e-nashiguftha ko dhoor se math dikha key yoon
Bosey ko poonchtha houn mein munh se muchey batha ki yoon


Don't stay afar pouting your lips at me like a rosebud;
I asked you for a kiss--let your lips answer my plea.

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