Here you will find the Poem Let the ascetics sing of the garden of Paradise -- of poet Ghalib Mirza Asadullah Khan
Let the ascetics sing of the garden of Paradise -- We who dwell in the true ecstasy can forget their vase-tamed bouquet. In our hall of mirrors, the map of the one Face appears As the sun's splendor would spangle a world made of dew. Hidden in this image is also its end, As peasants' lives harbor revolt and unthreshed corn sparks with fire. Hidden in my silence are a thousand abandoned longings: My words the darkened oil lamp on a stranger's unspeaking grave. Ghalib, the road of change is before you always: The only line stitching this world's scattered parts.