Heart it is, not a brick or stone <br />Why shouldn't it feel the pain? <br />Let none tyrannize this heart <br />Or I shall cry again and again <br />Neither the temple, nor the mosque <br />Nor on someone's door or porch <br />I await on the path where He will tread <br />Why others should compel me to go? <br />The illumined grace that lights up the heart <br />And glows like the midday sun <br />That Self that annihilates all sights <br />When then it hides in the mysterious net? <br />The amorous glance is the deadly dagger <br />And the arrows of emotions are fatal <br />Your image may be equally powerful <br />Why should it appear before you? <br />The rules of life and bonds of sorrow <br />In reality are the one manifestation <br />Before realizing the ultimate truth <br />How can then one attain liberation? <br />Love is laden with noble thoughts <br />Yet what remains is the carnal shame <br />Trust conscience the still little voice <br />Why do you want test the rival? <br />There the pride of modesty resides <br />Here dwells the social morality <br />How shall we meet, on which road <br />Why should he invite me to the abode? <br />True he is an atheist <br />Unfaithful and unchaste <br />Dear to who is faith and heart <br />Why should he then venture there? <br />Without the wretched 'Ghalib' <br />Has any activity come to a halt? <br />What then is the need to cry? <br />What then is the need to brood?<br /><br />Mirza Ghalib<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/heart-it-is-not-a-brick-or-stone/
