jilmat-kade mein mere, shab-e-gam ka josh
ik sham' aa hai dalil-e-sahar, so khamosh hai

ne mujda-e-visal na najjara-e-jamal
muddat hui ki aashti-e-chashm-o-gosh hai

dag-e-firak-e-soharat-e-shab ki jali hui
ik sham'aa rah gayi hai, so wo bhi khamosh hai
jilmat-kade mein mere

aate hai gaib se, ye majami khyal mein
galib, sarir-e-khama nava-e-sarosh hai
jilmat-kade mein mere

In this dark chamber of my soul, night's sorrow swells,
A lone candle, hope of dawn, its story it tells,
In silence.

No tidings of union, no glimpse of beauty's face,
For ages, eyes and ears have lost their embrace.

The wound of separation, burned by the night's despair,
A single flickering candle, its flame beyond repair,
In the dark chamber of my soul.

From the unseen realm, these meanings come to me,
Ghalib, the pen's throne, the angel's melody,
In the dark chamber of my soul.