For just a few days more will you see Ghalib now,
This heart and this mind have borne enough now.
Afflictions came and stayed but they too left me,
It is the inevitable that I await now.
Often will you ponder on these words of mine,
In my lines will be wisdom revealed somehow.
How the Poet of the Court* deprived me,
He mocked and laughed but looks worried now.
I will be more famous as the belle and the Faqeer*,
Are singing my ghazals for fame and fortune now.