Mirza Asadullah Khan Ghalib Quotes

I asked my soul: What is Delhi? She replied: The world is the body and Delhi its life!

Lest we forget: It is easy to be human, very hard to be humane

Love knows no difference between life and death The one who gives you a reason to live is also the one who takes your breath away

Love cannot be seeded into someone. It is a fire that is difficult to kindle but once it takes on, it is equally difficult to extinguish.

For the raindrop, joy is in entering the river.

When nothing was, then God was there, Had nothing been God would have been; My being has defeated me, Had I not been, what would have been.

Love demands patience, desire is restless; What color shall I paint the heart, until you savage it? You shall not ignore me when the time comes, I know, but I may turn to dust before the news reaches you.

The object of my worship lies beyond perceptions reach. For those who see, the Ka'ba is a compass, nothing more.

The drop grows happy by losing itself in the river.

The world is no more than the Beloved's face. And the desire of the One to know its own beauty, we exist.

For how tiny the world, This ant's egg-and the sky!

Oh, Lord, it is not the sins I have committed that I regret, but those which I have had no opportunity to commit

Whoever can't see the whole in every part plays at blind man's bluff. A wise man tastes the entire Tigris in every sip.

He gave me heaven and earth, and assumed I'd be satisfied; Actually I was too embarrassed to argue. The spiritual seekers are tired, two or three at each stage of the path. The rest who have given up never knew your address at all. There are so many in this gathering who wish the candle well. But if the being of the candle is melting, what can the sorrow-sharers do?

Since sorrow follows joy As autumn does the spring Man must transcend the joys Of earth, which sorrows bring.

Alas, not all things in life are easy; Even man struggles to be human.

If there is a knower of tongues here, fetch him; There's a stranger in the city And he has many things to say.

Whereas it is difficult for everything to work out easily, A man cannot even afford to be a human

The world is a playground -Indian

In the deadly sweep Of every wave, A thousand dangers lie in wait.

Consumed by the agony of remembrance The remembrance of night's festive company The one remaining candle flickers and dies.

This earth, burnished by hearing the name, is so certain of love,
that the sky bends unceasingly down, to greet its own light.