Dard

ai mohabbat tere anjam pe rona aaya jaane kyun aaj tere nam pe rona aaya love your sad conclusion makes me weep wonder why your mention makes me weep

ishq se tabiat ne zist ka maza paya dard ki dawa pai dard-e-be-dawa paya 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.

zindagi kya kisi muflis ki qaba hai jis mein har ghadi dard ke paiwand lage jate hain

kab thahrega dard ai dil kab raat basar hogi sunte the wo aaenge sunte the sahar hogi

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

mere ham-nafas mere ham-nawa mujhe dost ban ke dagha na de main hun dard-e-ishq se jaan-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

mujhe chhod de mere haal par tera kya bharosa hai chaaragar ye teri nawazish-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 nind aa gai mujhe bhi sabr aa gaya

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

wahi karwan wahi raste wahi zindagi wahi marhale magar apne apne maqam par kabhi tum nahin kabhi hum nahin

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

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 kyun nahin jata jo bit gaya hai wo guzar kyun nahin jata

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

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

agar dard-e-mohabbat se na insan aashna hota na kuchh marne ka gham hota na jine ka maza hota

jab hua zikr zamane mein mohabbat ka 'shakil' mujh ko apne dil-e-nakaam pe rona aaya whenever talk of happiness i hear my failure and frustration makes me weep

kyun hijr ke shikwe karta hai kyun dard ke rone rota hai ab ishq kiya to sabr bhi kar is mein to yahi kuchh hota hai

dard ho dil mein to dawa kije aur jo dil hi na ho to kya kije

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

kuchh dard ki shiddat hai kuchh pas-e-mohabbat hai hum aah to karte hain fariyaad nahin karte

aadat ke ba'd dard bhi dene laga maza hans hans ke aah aah kiye ja raha hun main

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

dil mein ek dard utha aankhon mein aansu bhar aae baithe baithe hamein kya jaaniye kya yaad aaya

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

ek do zakhm nahin jism hai sara chhalni dard be-chaara pareshan hai kahan se nikle

ras aane lagi duniya to kaha dil ne ki ja ab tujhe dard ki daulat nahin milne wali

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

ye dil ka dard to umron ka rog hai pyare so jae bhi to pahr do pahr ko jata hai

aisa na ho ye dard bane dard-e-la-dawa aisa na ho ki tum bhi mudawa 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