na ham-safar na kisi ham-nashin se niklega hamare paanv ka kanta hamin se niklega

log kanton se bach ke chalte hain main ne phulon se zakhm khaae hain

kanton se guzar jaata huun daman ko bacha kar phulon ki siyasat se main begana nahin huun

buri sarisht na badli jagah badalne se chaman men aa ke bhi kanta gulab ho na saka

bahut hasin sahi sohbaten gulon ki magar vo zindagi hai jo kanton ke darmiyan guzre

phuul kar le nibah kanton se aadmi hi na aadmi se mile

kante to khair kante hain is ka gila hi kya phulon ki vardat se ghabra ke pi gaya

khar-e-hasrat bayan se nikla dil ka kanta zaban se nikla the couplet treats unspoken sorrow as a “thorn” lodged in the heart. when the speaker gives it voice, the pain that was stuck inside finds a way out, bringing a sense of relief. it suggests that confession and expression can lessen inner torment, even if the truth is bitter. speech becomes the instrument that removes what was hurting within.

kanton pe chale hain to kahin phuul khile hain phulon se mile hain to badi chot lagi hai

ruk gaya haath tira kyuun 'basir' koi kanta to na tha phulon men

kanta sa jo chubha tha vo lau de gaya hai kya ghulta hua lahu men ye khurshid sa hai kya translation what had pricked like a thorn, has it started flaming, what is this sun-like thing, in blood that is dissolving. sagar akbarabadi

kante se bhi nichod li ghhairon ne bu-e-gul yaron ne bu-e-gul se bhi kanta bana diya

kanta hua huun suukh ke yaan tak ki ab sunar kante men taulte hain mire ustukhan ka bojh

ek nashtar hai ki deta hai rag-e-jan ko kharash ek kanta hai ki pahlu men chubhota hai koi

gulshan-parast huun mujhe gul hi nahin aziiz kanton se bhi nibah kiye ja raha huun main

aram kya ki jis se ho taklif aur ko phenko kabhi na paanv se kanta nikal ke what good relief if it may cause others any pain let the thorn embedded in your sole remain

vo kanta hai jo chubh kar tuut jaae mohabbat ki bas itni dastan hai

na ham-safar na kisi ham-nashin se niklega hamare paanv ka kanta hamin se niklega

log kanton se bach ke chalte hain main ne phulon se zakhm khaae hain

kanton se guzar jaata huun daman ko bacha kar phulon ki siyasat se main begana nahin huun

buri sarisht na badli jagah badalne se chaman men aa ke bhi kanta gulab ho na saka

bahut hasin sahi sohbaten gulon ki magar vo zindagi hai jo kanton ke darmiyan guzre

phuul kar le nibah kanton se aadmi hi na aadmi se mile

gulshan-parast huun mujhe gul hi nahin aziiz kanton se bhi nibah kiye ja raha huun main

kante to khair kante hain is ka gila hi kya phulon ki vardat se ghabra ke pi gaya

khar-e-hasrat bayan se nikla dil ka kanta zaban se nikla the couplet treats unspoken sorrow as a “thorn” lodged in the heart. when the speaker gives it voice, the pain that was stuck inside finds a way out, bringing a sense of relief. it suggests that confession and expression can lessen inner torment, even if the truth is bitter. speech becomes the instrument that removes what was hurting within.

phulon ki tazgi hi nahin dekhne ki chiiz kanton ki samt bhi to nigahen utha ke dekh

ruk gaya haath tira kyuun 'basir' koi kanta to na tha phulon men

zakhm bigde to badan kaat ke phenk varna kanta bhi mohabbat se nikal

kante se bhi nichod li ghhairon ne bu-e-gul yaron ne bu-e-gul se bhi kanta bana diya

phulon ko gulistan men kab raas bahar aai kanton ko mila jab se ejaz-e-masihai

nahin kante bhi kya ujde chaman men koi roke mujhe main ja raha huun

ek nashtar hai ki deta hai rag-e-jan ko kharash ek kanta hai ki pahlu men chubhota hai koi

rah-e-hayat men kanton ne mehrban ho kar bacha liya hai azab-e-shaguftagi se mujhe