apparently ghalib was born around this time more than two hundred years ago. poetry buffs on the internet are all remembering him rather vocally. i have read and appreciated several of his works, even though i haven't necessarily understood every single word in every single piece. for me the fluidity of the language and the flow of the words are enough if the meaning is unclear. urdu poetry i think is meant to be read out by someone, rather than read by yourself - what an amazingly beautiful language and what justice ghalib does to it.
here are a couple of lines from one of my favourites - hazaaron khwaahishen aisi...
khudaa ke vaaste pardaa na kaabe se uthaa zaalim
kahiin aisaa na ho yahan bhii vahii kaafir sanam nikale
bahut nikale mere armaan magar phir bhi kam nikale...
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