By the greatest poet that ever lived .... Mirza Ghalib

ye na thee hamaree qismat ke wisaal-e-yaar hota

agar aur jeete rehte yahee intezaar hota

tere waade par jiye ham to ye jaan jhoot jaanaa

ke khushee se mar na jaate agar 'eitabaar hota

teree naazukee se jaana ke bandha tha 'ehed_booda

kabhee too na tor sakta agar oostuwaar hota

koee mere dil se pooche tere teer-e-neemkash ko

ye khalish kahaan se hotee jo jigar ke paar hota

ye kahaan ki dostee hai ke bane hain dost naaseh

koee chaarasaaz hota, koee ghamgusaar hota

rag-e-sang se tapakta wo lahoo ki phir na thamta

jise gham samajh rahe ho, ye agar sharaar hota

gham agarche jaan_gulis hai, per kahaan bachain ke dil hai

gham-e-ishq gar na hota, gham-e-rozgaar hota

kahoon kis se main ke kya hai, shab-e-gham buree bala hai

mujhe kya bura tha marna agar ek baar hota

hue mar ke ham jo ruswa, hue kyon na gharq-e-dariya

na kabhee janaaza uthata, na kaheen mazaar hota

usay kaun dekh sakta ke yagaana hai wo yaktaa

jo dooee ki boo bhee hotee to kaheen do chaar hota

ye masaail-e-tasawwuf, ye tera bayaan 'Ghalib'!

tujhe ham walee samajhate, jo na baada_khwaar hota

My interpretation soon to follow...

Joy is the goal of existence, and joy is not to be stumbled upon, but to be achieved, and the act of treason is to let its vision drown in the swamp of the moment's torture

There exists two kind of people one for whom joy exists and for whom joy is nothing but mere abscence of pain. This nuance can very easily and quite markedly describe the state of mind and the line of thought of the people under question.

Those who feel joy exists, are the one's for whom the stat of joy does not stay for long, for as soon as they achieve what their heart desired, they do not waste time to sit back and cherish it. It does not mean that they do not cherish their achievement, they hold it high, amongst the lights of the heaven, but they soon set their hearts on something else, and set out on another journey, to achieve what to them seems a source of even more happiness. Such people hardly realize that its not the goal they cherish, its the path, its the journey to the cave of light, to the apparent source of heavenly joy. And those who overlook this joy of day to day life, remain sad, remain lonesome, for they feel they can never be happy, nothing can bring to them what their heart desire the most, eternal peace.

Over the other side we have those who have no precise definition of joy in their dictionary, these people feel life is nothing but a train to be run on a fixed schedule, who feel life is a timeline that is to be followed. They do not have any desire that erupts out of their heart, there is nothing, nothing that brings exhilaration in their life. These people are as good as zombies, they have a soul that was dead before they even took birth.

Prisons of Life

The day it starts, the day it ends

Never present to be seen again

Cloudless skies over parched earth

Flowers blossom in desert land

Faithless winds break the dawn

A hopefull smile may be lost

Carrying voices past the oceans

Whirlpools swirling, drowns the gay

Above the mountains the golden core

Hearts set on fire in a waging war

May thy peace never rest

May the ranger never reach

May the anguish never end

May the souls never sleep