Desertful of Roses
The Urdu
                        Ghazals of Mirza Asadullah Khan GHALIB


ABOUT THIS PROJECT — a general  overview

ABOUT THE IMAGES — of Ghalib’s Agra and Delhi

ABOUT THE GHAZALS — and how they are presented here

  ABOUT THE GENRE — gendering the beloved and other vexations

====> ***GHAZAL INDEX*** <====

INDEX OF NAMES — since every lover needs a supporting cast

INDEX OF TERMS — tools for the analytically-minded

GHALIBIANA — the famous traditional anecdotes

BIBLIOGRAPHY — some real labors of love



site created by
Frances W. Pritchett
Columbia University

Please bear with me—this is a

It is time that beats in the breast and it is time
 That batters against the mind, silent and proud, 
The mind that knows it is destroyed by time.

Time is a horse that runs in the heart, a horse
Without a rider on a road at night.
The mind sits listening and hears it pass....

Felicity, ah! Time is the hooded enemy,
The inimical music, the enchantered space
In which the enchanted preludes 
have their place.

—Wallace Stevens (cf. {98,4})


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