main rona chahta huun khuub rona chahta huun main phir us ke baad gahri niind sona chahta huun main

ai dost tujh ko rahm na aae to kya karun dushman bhi mere haal pe ab ab-dida hai

udasi khinch laai hai yahan tak main aansu tha samundar men pada huun

jhilmilate rahe vo khvab jo puure na hue dard bedar tapakta raha aansu aansu

vahan ab khvab-gahen ban gai hain uthe the ab-dida ham jahan se

kyuun khilaune tutne par ab-dida ho gae ab tumhen ham kya bataen kya pareshani hui

un ki yaad men bahte aansu khushk agar ho jaenge saat samundar apni khali aankhon men bhar launga

ye ab-dida thahar jaae jhiil ki surat ki ek chand ka tukda nahana chahta hai

kapde gale ke mere na hon ab-dida kyuun manind-e-abr dida-e-tar ab to chha gaya

the speaker defends his visible weeping: if the sorrow is so intense, it is natural that his collar and neckline are drenched. in the second line, tears are elevated into an image of weather—his moist eyes become a cloud that has “covered” him. the metaphor suggests grief is no longer a momentary emotion but an atmosphere that envelops his whole being, dimming everything like an overcast sky.

ab-dida huun main khud zakhm-e-jigar se apne teri ankhon men chhupa dard kahan se dekhun

tufan-e-jahl ne mira jauhar mita diya main ik kitab khuub huun par ab-dida huun

ham ishq tere haath se kya kya na dekhin halaten dekh ab-dida khuun na ho khun-e-jigar paani na kar

rone talak to kis ko hai fursat yahan sahab tufan hua bhi jo tuk ik ab-dida huun

rona hai agar yahi to 'qaem' ik khalq ko ham duba rahe hain

ai sakinan-e-charkh-e-mualla bacho bacho tufan hua buland mire ab-dida ka

main rona chahta huun khuub rona chahta huun main phir us ke baad gahri niind sona chahta huun main

ai dost tujh ko rahm na aae to kya karun dushman bhi mere haal pe ab ab-dida hai

udasi khinch laai hai yahan tak main aansu tha samundar men pada huun

jhilmilate rahe vo khvab jo puure na hue dard bedar tapakta raha aansu aansu

vahan ab khvab-gahen ban gai hain uthe the ab-dida ham jahan se

kyuun khilaune tutne par ab-dida ho gae ab tumhen ham kya bataen kya pareshani hui

ham teri tabiat ko 'khurshid' nahin samjhe patthar nazar aata tha roya to bahut roya

un ki yaad men bahte aansu khushk agar ho jaenge saat samundar apni khali aankhon men bhar launga

vaan sajda-e-niyaz ki mitti kharab hai jab tak ki ab-e-dida se taaza vazu na ho

kapde gale ke mere na hon ab-dida kyuun manind-e-abr dida-e-tar ab to chha gaya

the speaker defends his visible weeping: if the sorrow is so intense, it is natural that his collar and neckline are drenched. in the second line, tears are elevated into an image of weather—his moist eyes become a cloud that has “covered” him. the metaphor suggests grief is no longer a momentary emotion but an atmosphere that envelops his whole being, dimming everything like an overcast sky.

sailab-e-chashm-e-tar se zamana kharab hai shikve kahan kahan hain mire ab-dida ke

tufan-e-jahl ne mira jauhar mita diya main ik kitab khuub huun par ab-dida huun

kaun uth gaya hai paas se mere jo 'mushafi' rota huun zaar zaar pada ab-dida huun

ai sakinan-e-charkh-e-mualla bacho bacho tufan hua buland mire ab-dida ka

rona hai agar yahi to 'qaem' ik khalq ko ham duba rahe hain