ES TIEMPO DE GHALIB

ghazal 12 - mirza ghalib

I'm neither the loosening of song
nor the close-drawn tent of music
I'm the sound, simply, of my own breaking

You were meant to sit
in the shade of my rippling hair,
I was made to look further, into a blacker tangle

All my self-possession is self-delusion;
what violent effort, to maintain this nonchalance

Now that you've come,
let me touch you in greeting
as the forehead of the beggar touches the ground

No wonder you come looking for me,
you who care for the grieving,
and I the sound of grief

interpretado by adrienne rich

(del Urdu al inglés es suficiente, del inglés al español ya es pretensioso)