What Cannot Be Said

There's one who took my heart away. But does she own it? I can't say. See her as unjust though I may, Is she a tyrant? I can't say. She strides a bloodless battlefield Where there's no battle-axe to wield. She keeps a wineless banquet-hall Where there's no bowl to raise at all. Although she serves wine ceaselessly, Her fingers bring no cup to me. Her idol-carving hand is sure, But you cannot call her Azer When riots quiet down, why must You brag of ousting the unjust? There will be nothing you can say Of the unjust on Judgment Day. Within the breast the secret lies Which none can ever sermonize. How strange a thing it is that throws The mind askew till no one knows How I Ghalib am no believer But can't be called unfaithful either. <b>Note: </b> Azer: in the Islamic tradition, Abraham's father who manufactured and served Nimrod's idols. Known as Terah in the Judeo-Christian tradition. [Trasnlated from Persian ]