abhi se paanv ke chhale na dekho abhi yaaro safar ki ibtida hai

donon ka milna mushkil hai donon hain majbur bahut us ke paanv men mehndi lagi hai mere paanv men chhale hain

shikva-e-abla abhi se 'mir' hai piyare hanuz dilli duur

the speaker rebukes early whining in a long, difficult journey: a mere blister is nothing when the destination is distant. “delhi” works as a symbol of the goal—success, union, or relief—while the blister stands for small pains. the emotional core is a call for patience and stamina: if you falter at the first hurt, how will you bear what lies ahead?

abla-pa koi is dasht men aaya hoga varna andhi men diya kis ne jalaya hoga

kanton ki zaban suukh gai pyaas se ya rab ik abla-pa vadi-e-pur-khar men aave

ghalib personifies the thorns, imagining their tips as 'tongues' that are parched and craving moisture (blood). he invokes god to send a traveler with blistered feet so the thorns may pierce the blisters to quench their thirst, illustrating the intense, almost sadistic relationship between the path of love and the suffering of the seeker.

tez rakhiyo sar-e-har-khar ko ai dasht-e-junun shayad aa jaae koi abla-pa mere baad

zulm par zulm aa gae ghhalib aable ablon ko chhod gae

safar men har qadam rah rah ke ye taklif hi dete bahar-surat hamen in ablon ko phod dena tha

mujhe yaqin to bahut tha magar ghhalat nikla ki aabla kabhi pa-posh men nahin aata

aao taqrib-e-ru-numai karen paanv men ek aabla hua hai

dil ke har juzv men judai hai dard uthe aabla agar baithe

ik aabla tha so bhi gaya khar-e-ghham se phat teri girah men kya dil-e-andoh-gin raha

khak-e-sahra-e-junun narm hai resham ki tarah aabla hai na koi abla-pa mere baad

bachega na kavish se mizhgan ki dil ki nashtar bahut aabla ek hai

khaar chubh kar jo tutta hai kabhi aabla phuut phuut rota hai

jab is men khuun raha na to ye dil ka aabla ho khushk jaise dana-e-angur rah gaya

be-takalluf maqam-e-ulfat hai daaghh utthe ki aabla baithe

lagai kis but-e-mai-nosh ne hai taak us par subu-ba-dosh hai saaqi jo aabla dil ka

jo mujh atish-nafas ne munh lagaya us ko ai saaqi abhi hone lagenge aable mahsus shishe men

abhi se paanv ke chhale na dekho abhi yaaro safar ki ibtida hai

donon ka milna mushkil hai donon hain majbur bahut us ke paanv men mehndi lagi hai mere paanv men chhale hain

shikva-e-abla abhi se 'mir' hai piyare hanuz dilli duur

the speaker rebukes early whining in a long, difficult journey: a mere blister is nothing when the destination is distant. “delhi” works as a symbol of the goal—success, union, or relief—while the blister stands for small pains. the emotional core is a call for patience and stamina: if you falter at the first hurt, how will you bear what lies ahead?

abla-pa koi is dasht men aaya hoga varna andhi men diya kis ne jalaya hoga

kanton ki zaban suukh gai pyaas se ya rab ik abla-pa vadi-e-pur-khar men aave

ghalib personifies the thorns, imagining their tips as 'tongues' that are parched and craving moisture (blood). he invokes god to send a traveler with blistered feet so the thorns may pierce the blisters to quench their thirst, illustrating the intense, almost sadistic relationship between the path of love and the suffering of the seeker.

tez rakhiyo sar-e-har-khar ko ai dasht-e-junun shayad aa jaae koi abla-pa mere baad

zulm par zulm aa gae ghhalib aable ablon ko chhod gae

safar men har qadam rah rah ke ye taklif hi dete bahar-surat hamen in ablon ko phod dena tha

mujhe yaqin to bahut tha magar ghhalat nikla ki aabla kabhi pa-posh men nahin aata

rasta paani mangta hai apne paanv ka chhala maar

manzil pe pahunch sakte nahin aise musafir har gaam pe ho khauf jinhen abla-pa ka

dil ke har juzv men judai hai dard uthe aabla agar baithe

be-takalluf maqam-e-ulfat hai daaghh utthe ki aabla baithe

abla-pai hamari rang laai dasht men khar-e-sahra tishna-e-khun ho ke nashtar ho gae

lagai kis but-e-mai-nosh ne hai taak us par subu-ba-dosh hai saaqi jo aabla dil ka

bachega na kavish se mizhgan ki dil ki nashtar bahut aabla ek hai

khaar chubh kar jo tutta hai kabhi aabla phuut phuut rota hai

jab is men khuun raha na to ye dil ka aabla ho khushk jaise dana-e-angur rah gaya

jo mujh atish-nafas ne munh lagaya us ko ai saaqi abhi hone lagenge aable mahsus shishe men