<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=462687" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>This Was Not Our Destiny</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">This was not our destiny, that union with the beloved would take place.<br>If we had kept on living longer, then would have been kept waiting</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If I lived on your promise, then know this that I knew it to be false<br>For would I not have died of happiness, if I had had trust [in it]? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">From your delicacy I knew that the vow had been bound loosely<br>You could never have broken it, if it had been firm</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let someone ask my heart about your half-drawn arrow<br>Where would this anxiety/ pain have come from, if it had gone through the liver? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">What kind of friendship is this, that friends have become Advisors? <br>If someone had been a healer, if someone had been a sympathizer! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">From the rock-vein would drip that blood which would never have stopped<br>If this which you are considering 'grief' this were just a spark</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Although grief is life-threatening, how would we escape, while there is a heart? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">If there were not the grief of passion, there would be the grief of livelihood</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To whom might I say what it is- the night of sadness is a bad disaster! <br>Why would I have minded dying, if it took place one time? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Since upon having died, I became disgraced- why were I not drowned in the ocean? <br>Neither a funeral procession would ever been formed, nor would there anywhere be a tomb</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who can see him? for that Oneness is unique<br>If there were even a whiff of twoness, then somehow [He] would be two or four</div><div style="margin:10px 0">These problems of mysticism! this discourse of yours, Ghalib! <br>We would consider you a saint- if you weren't a wine-drinker.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mirza+Ghalib">Mirza Ghalib</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=462687" data-title="This Was Not Our Destiny de Mirza Ghalib" data-description="This was not our destiny, that union with the beloved would take place. If we had kept on living longer, then would have been kept waiting If I lived on your promise, then know this that I knew it to be false For would I not have died of happines..."></div> </div> </div>

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