“Ranj se khugar hua insaan to mit jata hai ranj,
mushkilain mujh par parein itni ki asaan ho gayein.”
“Accustomed to sorrow if a man becmes, then sorrow too loses it’s sting
Difficulties fell so many upon me that it became easy to grapple with.”
Currently reading “Mirza Ghalib – A Biographical Scenario” by Gulzaar. I find urdu poetry extremely beautiful and rich. Have cited one of his couplets above.