the longest hour

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

It would not be the same
and would not be right

For if I was to give you all
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 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