Mirza Ghalib Before anything existed, God was there;
Had nothing been created, God would still be.
My very being has become my own undoing;
What would have been lost had I never come to be?
When sorrow has grown past all tears and cries,
Even the head upon the pillow finds no place to rest.
We know the truth of salvation and sacred skies,
Yet pleasing the yearning heart remains life's sweetest test.
Interpretation & Literary Context | تشریح و مفہوم
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