Make for me a place within your heart
On which I can depend. For only you
Touch the ancient wellsprings of my tears,
Home through all the wanderings of my years,
Eden that no other can renew,
Root I cannot rend through rage or art.
Gaalib ne apni mashooka ko date par bulaya, Wo late aayi to ye sher sunaya ''Falak pe sitaron ko neend aa rahi hai, Dusri ka time ho gaya aur tu ab aa rahi hai''