Gair len mehfil mein bosey jaam ke,
ham rahen yuun tashnaalab paigaam ke


(bosey=kisses, tashnaalab=thirsty)
My rivals kiss the wineglass in your mehfil,
While here I thirst for mere word from you


khat likhenge garche matalab kuch na ho,
ham to aashiq hain tumhare naam ke


(garche=if, even if)
I will write to you even if I have nothing to say,
I just love to write your name


Ishq ne 'Ghalib' nikamma kar diya
varna ham bhi aadmi the kaam ke


Love has ruined you O Ghalib,
Otherwise even you might have become something