Heart it is, not a brick or stone
Why should not it feel the pain?
Let no one torment this heart,
Or I shall cry again and again.

Why should it not be full of pain,
merely a heart not a hard block of stone?
We shall cry ourselves a thousand times,
take jibes at us, why should anyone?

Not temple nor mosque, the Kaaba or a harem,
neither at a doorway nor a tomb or entrance.
We sit at common trodden pathways,
why remove us O unknown?

She, of the heart warming beauty,
resplendent as the noon sun.
Herself a vision to blast all others,
then why hide in a veil, all alone?

Piercing coquetry, bane of (my) life,
stinging endless arrows of pride.
Why would it come in front of you,
even if the image be your own?

Imprisoned by life or captive of grief,
both of them are one and the same.
Can man before death, in life itself
ever find all his sorrows gone?

Beauty and, with it, self estimation,
saved my lusty rival from indiscretions.
She had confidence on herself,
why then would she try this glutton?

There, she is arrogant and brimming with pride,
here a humble humility about ourselves.
Where do we meet on the streets,
why'd she invite us to meets of her own?

Yes I know she does not believe,
given she is unfaithful even.
Those who prize faith and fidelity,
to her lane, why'd they be shown?

Without the broken Ghalib, this world,
would surely not come to a stop.
Why cry so bitterly then,
why make such a pitiful moan? 

DIL HI TO HAI NA SANG-O-KHISHT  
by Mirza Asadullah Khan Ghalib (1797 - 1869)
Performed by : Talat Mahmood & C H Atma

Dil Hi To Hai Na Sang-o-Khisht - Talat Mahmood & C H Atma

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