There's one who took my heart away. br But does she own it? I can't say. br br See her as unjust though I may, br Is she a tyrant? I can't say. br br She strides a bloodless battlefield br Where there's no battle-axe to wield. br br She keeps a wineless banquet-hall br Where there's no bowl to raise at all. br br Although she serves wine ceaselessly, br Her fingers bring no cup to me. br br Her idol-carving hand is sure, br But you cannot call her Azer br br When riots quiet down, why must br You brag of ousting the unjust? br br There will be nothing you can say br Of the unjust on Judgment Day. br br Within the breast the secret lies br Which none can ever sermonize. br br How strange a thing it is that throws br The mind askew till no one knows br br How I Ghalib am no believer br But can't be called unfaithful either. br br bNote: b br Azer: in the Islamic tradition, Abraham's father who manufactured and served Nimrod's idols. Known as Terah in the Judeo-Christian tradition.