I wait for longest hour to pass
and I rate the darkest of the dark
and I watch the sunset so far
and you walk away to be who you are
It only matters if I will only try
forgive me, forget me, I will only lie
forgive me, forget me, I will only lie
It would not be the same
and would not be right
and would not be right
For if I was to give you all
I will be empty inside
I will be empty inside
And for all that we can renounce
There is always some more to claim
For all that we did count
There is always more left to blame
So I shall have to wait for the longest hour to pass
it will be my escape into darkest of the dark
So I shall have to walk
for you to be who you are
for you to be who you are
for we need to give us a reason,
a reason for us to part.
मुझ तक कब
उन की बज़म
में आता था
दौर-ए जाम
साक़ी ने कुछ
मिला न दिया
हो शराब में
when did the going-round of the cup, in her/his
gathering, come as far as to me?
may the Cupbearer not have mixed something into the wine!
- Mirza Ghalib