Flo’s Reviews > Ghalib: Selected Poems and Letters > Status Update
Flo
is on page 60 of 273
13
...
It’s from weakness, not satisfaction, this abandonment of the search.
I am a burden on the resting-place of manly resolve.
Thousands of longings serve life sentences in it, Asad,
I consider my blood-filled breast to be a prison cell.
From practice in being beside myself in the garden of thought,
I know how to interpret...
— Feb 23, 2021 07:58PM
...
It’s from weakness, not satisfaction, this abandonment of the search.
I am a burden on the resting-place of manly resolve.
Thousands of longings serve life sentences in it, Asad,
I consider my blood-filled breast to be a prison cell.
From practice in being beside myself in the garden of thought,
I know how to interpret...
4 likes · Like flag
Flo’s Previous Updates
Flo
is on page 208 of 273
Thank goodness this epistle arrived at its destination—
That too before my life could arrive at its termination!
— Mar 07, 2021 05:55PM
That too before my life could arrive at its termination!
Flo
is on page 100 of 273
The sorrow that I feel, I can’t at all express; but I can give a hint of it.
Letter to Tafta (1858)
— Mar 06, 2021 05:54AM
Letter to Tafta (1858)
Flo
is on page 95 of 273
A quatrain on “speaking the difficult” (1821).
My speech is difficult to such an extent, oh heart,
Listening to it, accomplished speakers
Enjoin me to speak what is easy—
I speak the difficult; and if I don’t speak, it’s difficult.
— Mar 01, 2021 05:41PM
My speech is difficult to such an extent, oh heart,
Listening to it, accomplished speakers
Enjoin me to speak what is easy—
I speak the difficult; and if I don’t speak, it’s difficult.
Flo
is on page 70 of 273
46
Prosperity, from the beginning, is according to courage.
In the eyes is the drop that did not become a pearl.*
*Note: In Indic and Islamic folk tradition, pearls are born from special drops of rain that navigate a series of hazards before reaching the seabed and being sucked in by an oyster.
— Feb 28, 2021 02:42PM
Prosperity, from the beginning, is according to courage.
In the eyes is the drop that did not become a pearl.*
*Note: In Indic and Islamic folk tradition, pearls are born from special drops of rain that navigate a series of hazards before reaching the seabed and being sucked in by an oyster.
Flo
is on page 42 of 273
3
…
I don’t know the state of my heart—except this much:
Many times I looked for it; many times you found it.
The Adviser’s bitter counsel sprinkled salt on my wounds.
Let someone ask him, ‘How did you enjoy it?’
Where is the second step of longing, oh Lord?
We found the desert of possibilities to be a single footprint.
Hoping for treasures in the dust—a childish business.
— Feb 21, 2021 05:15AM
…
I don’t know the state of my heart—except this much:
Many times I looked for it; many times you found it.
The Adviser’s bitter counsel sprinkled salt on my wounds.
Let someone ask him, ‘How did you enjoy it?’
Where is the second step of longing, oh Lord?
We found the desert of possibilities to be a single footprint.
Hoping for treasures in the dust—a childish business.
The wild disorder of the twists and turns of existence—don’t even ask. We are, like a madman’s hair, a disgrace to vitality.
(51)