
We smashed the wine cup and the flask What is it now to us? If all the rain that falls from heaven Should turn to rose-red wine? — Mirza Ghalib, after the British re-took Delhi in 1857, destroying the city in the process One of India’s greatest Urdu and Persian poets, Mirza Asadullah Baig Khan, better known as Mirza Ghalib,... Read More →