ai mohabbat tire anjam pe rona aaya jaane kyuun aaj tire naam pe rona aaya

love your sad conclusion makes me weep wonder why your mention makes me weep

ishq se tabiat ne ziist ka maza paaya dard ki dava paai dard-e-be-dava paaya

my being did, from love's domain, the joy of life procure obtained such cure for life's travails, which itself had no cure ghalib explores the paradox of love as both a remedy and an affliction. love gives meaning to an otherwise mundane existence (the cure for life's emptiness), yet it introduces a longing or suffering that is incurable. thus, the poet has found the remedy for life's dullness, but at the cost of acquiring an eternal, sweet ailment.

judaiyon ke zakhm dard-e-zindagi ne bhar diye tujhe bhi niind aa gai mujhe bhi sabr aa gaya

ishq ki chot ka kuchh dil pe asar ho to sahi dard kam ho ya ziyada ho magar ho to sahi

doston ko bhi mile dard ki daulat ya rab mera apna hi bhala ho mujhe manzur nahin

may my friends too receive this wealth of pain i cannot envisage my solitary gain

be-nam sa ye dard thahar kyuun nahin jaata jo biit gaya hai vo guzar kyuun nahin jaata

aaj to dil ke dard par hans kar dard ka dil dukha diya main ne

agar dard-e-mohabbat se na insan ashna hota na kuchh marne ka ghham hota na jiine ka maza hota

vaqt har zakhm ka marham to nahin ban sakta dard kuchh hote hain ta-umr rulane vaale

kuchh dard ki shiddat hai kuchh pas-e-mohabbat hai ham aah to karte hain fariyad nahin karte

dard-e-dil kitna pasand aaya use main ne jab ki aah us ne vaah ki

dil men ik dard utha ankhon men aansu bhar aae baithe baithe hamen kya janiye kya yaad aaya

ek do zakhm nahin jism hai saara chhalni dard be-chara pareshan hai kahan se nikle

raas aane lagi duniya to kaha dil ne ki ja ab tujhe dard ki daulat nahin milne vaali

ye dil ka dard to umron ka rog hai pyare so jaae bhi to pahr do pahr ko jaata hai

aisa na ho ye dard bane dard-e-la-dava aisa na ho ki tum bhi mudava na kar sako

it should not be that this ache intensifies past remedy it should not happen even you do not have a cure for me

ab to khushi ka ghham hai na ghham ki khushi mujhe be-his bana chuki hai bahut zindagi mujhe

mere ham-nafas mere ham-nava mujhe dost ban ke daghha na de main huun dard-e-ishq se jan-ba-lab mujhe zindagi ki dua na de

my companion, my intimate, be not a friend and yet betray the pain of love is fatal now, for my life please do not pray

vahi karvan vahi raste vahi zindagi vahi marhale magar apne apne maqam par kabhi tum nahin kabhi ham nahin

jab hua zikr zamane men mohabbat ka 'shakil' mujh ko apne dil-e-nakam pe rona aaya

whenever talk of happiness i hear my failure and frustration makes me weep

ai mohabbat tire anjam pe rona aaya jaane kyuun aaj tire naam pe rona aaya

love your sad conclusion makes me weep wonder why your mention makes me weep

ishq se tabiat ne ziist ka maza paaya dard ki dava paai dard-e-be-dava paaya

my being did, from love's domain, the joy of life procure obtained such cure for life's travails, which itself had no cure ghalib explores the paradox of love as both a remedy and an affliction. love gives meaning to an otherwise mundane existence (the cure for life's emptiness), yet it introduces a longing or suffering that is incurable. thus, the poet has found the remedy for life's dullness, but at the cost of acquiring an eternal, sweet ailment.

kab thahrega dard ai dil kab raat basar hogi sunte the vo aenge sunte the sahar hogi

ab to khushi ka ghham hai na ghham ki khushi mujhe be-his bana chuki hai bahut zindagi mujhe

mujhe chhod de mere haal par tira kya bharosa hai charagar ye tiri navazish-e-mukhtasar mera dard aur badha na de

leave me to my present state, i do not trust your medicine your mercy minor though may be,might increase my pain today

judaiyon ke zakhm dard-e-zindagi ne bhar diye tujhe bhi niind aa gai mujhe bhi sabr aa gaya

vahi karvan vahi raste vahi zindagi vahi marhale magar apne apne maqam par kabhi tum nahin kabhi ham nahin

dard aisa hai ki ji chahe hai zinda rahiye zindagi aisi ki mar jaane ko ji chahe hai

be-nam sa ye dard thahar kyuun nahin jaata jo biit gaya hai vo guzar kyuun nahin jaata

ab ye bhi nahin thiik ki har dard mita den kuchh dard kaleje se lagane ke liye hain

agar dard-e-mohabbat se na insan ashna hota na kuchh marne ka ghham hota na jiine ka maza hota

jab hua zikr zamane men mohabbat ka 'shakil' mujh ko apne dil-e-nakam pe rona aaya

whenever talk of happiness i hear my failure and frustration makes me weep

dard ho dil men to dava kiije aur jo dil hi na ho to kya kiije

vaqt har zakhm ka marham to nahin ban sakta dard kuchh hote hain ta-umr rulane vaale

aadat ke baa'd dard bhi dene laga maza hans hans ke aah aah kiye ja raha huun main

dard-e-dil kitna pasand aaya use main ne jab ki aah us ne vaah ki

dil sarapa dard tha vo ibtida-e-ishq thi intiha ye hai ki 'fani' dard ab dil ho gaya

ek do zakhm nahin jism hai saara chhalni dard be-chara pareshan hai kahan se nikle

dil hijr ke dard se bojhal hai ab aan milo to behtar ho is baat se ham ko kya matlab ye kaise ho ye kyunkar ho

ye dil ka dard to umron ka rog hai pyare so jaae bhi to pahr do pahr ko jaata hai