sawalo ki godh me soya hua wo nanha sa andhera
mundi hui aankho par uski
abhi haath kisi ne hai chhod a
makhmal ki ungliya hai
suraj ki roshani ka angutha hai
falak hai kuchh roshani wale
falak hai palko ke tale
inhe janta hai gaya to
kahi andhera jaag na jaye
jaag na jaye, jaag na jaye
jaag na jaye

har gush se iske naksh khile huye to
sune mahal ban jayenge
kamjor si khumari thand jab ban jayegi
kamjor si khumari thand jab ban jayegi
ise rahne do ise sone do
bas sone do rahne do
ise rehne do ise sone do
bas sone do rehne do

galib ki duniya wali dua hai
ise rahne do ise sone do

A tender dark sleeps in the cradle of question,
Upon its closed eyes, a hand lingers still,
Fingers of velvet, a thumb of sun's dawning,
Skies of light reside beneath the lids.
If known, if touched,
the dark may awaken,
Awaken, awaken,
Awaken.

Each hidden form, unveiled,
will blossom into silent palaces,
The frail intoxication will freeze to winter,
The frail intoxication will freeze to winter.
Let it be, let it sleep,
Just sleep, let it be.
Let it be, let it sleep,
Just sleep, let it be.

A prayer from Ghalib's world, it is:
Let it be, let it sleep.