I saw you as a flower bud, but now you're a flower garden .. I saw you as a knife, but now you're a sword

The world is a strange place ... the people whom we call as a thief, goon and naughty ... those people leave money for humanity ... and the people whom we call as good, noble and dignified ... those people separate a child from his father for money

We don't have a residence in this world ... not outside a beautiful house, not inside a beautiful house

Those black bottles of alcohol ... have our nights of youth enclosed in them

The fuss was of four days, and there were crazy and rowdy people ... when Sikandar left the world, both his hands were empty

He is a son of a rich man, but he is aggressive as well ... along with wealth, he also knows how to fight

Mr. Ghalib, we can change into a beggar's guise ... and see the spectacle of generocity

Life brought me, death took me away ... I didn't come at my will, nor did I leave at my will