Mirza Asadullah Khan (Ghalib)-27-12-1797(Agra) To 15-02-1869 (Delhi)
At last Nightingale I am caught in the cage of prisoners,
But still having vision the dream of sky alive Nightingale.
Tell me what is that shining secret hidden in your eyes,
It is the imagination of dawn, smile on your cheeks Nightingale.
The heart is craving to fly away like you alone,
And to dwell in the world of glance of love me too Nightingale.
Having these desires in my heart, staring at the sky,
And to donate all my songs there to them forever Nightingale.
The vastness of your heart is great, time immaterial,
Pious than the garden of Paradise and sacred you are Nightingale.
And now I know that the dream of night is over at dawn,
The thread is hear, but the flowers are lost Nightingale.
If this body be pure can ever meet with non-existent,
Then the longing for the nectar will not be there Nightingale.
Rabindra Nath Banerjee(Ranjan)