Pain Did Not Become Grateful To Medicine Poem by Mirza Ghalib

Pain did not become grateful to medicine
I didn't get well; [but it] wasn't bad either

Why are you gathering the Rivals?
[It was just] a mere spectacle [that] took place, no complaint was made

Where would we go to test our fate/ destiny?
When you yourself did not put your dagger to test

How sweet are your lips, that the rival
[after] receiving abuse, did not lack pleasure

Recent/ hot news is that she is coming
Only today, in the house there was not a straw mat!

Does the divinity belonged to Namrood'?
[cause] in your servitude, my wellbeing did not happen

[God] gave life- the given [life] was His alone
The truth is; that the responsibility was not fulfilled [by us]

If the wound was pressed, the blood did not stop
[though] the task was halted, [but the bleeding still] set out

Is it highway robbery, or is it heart-theft?
Having taken the heart, the heart-thief set out [to depart]
Recite something, for people are saying
Today "Ghalib" was not a ghazal-reciter