khuub parda hai ki chilman se lage baithe hain saaf chhupte bhi nahin samne aate bhi nahin

what coyness this is, to abide,a screen beside her face which neither does she clearly hide nor openly display dagh dehlvi paints the beloved’s teasing modesty: the curtain becomes a metaphor for a carefully maintained distance. by sitting at the curtain, the beloved stays tantalizingly near—visible enough to stir desire, yet not present enough to satisfy it. the lover is kept suspended between hope and denial, and that in-between state is the very ‘art’ of the veil.

itne hijabon par to ye aalam hai husn ka kya haal ho jo dekh len parda utha ke ham

hazar chehre hain maujud aadmi ghhaeb ye kis kharabe men duniya ne la ke chhod diya

is daur men insan ka chehra nahin milta kab se main naqabon ki tahen khol raha huun

abhi raat kuchh hai baaqi na utha naqab saaqi tira rind girte girte kahin phir sambhal na jaae

as yet the night does linger on do not remove your veil lest your besotten follower re-gains stability

dekh kar ham ko na parde men tu chhup jaaya kar ham to apne hain miyan ghhair se sharmaya kar

charaghh-e-tur jalao bada andhera hai zara naqab uthao bada andhera hai

khol chehron pe chadhane nahin aate ham ko gaanv ke log hain ham shahr men kam aate hain

kab tak chhupaoge rukh-e-zeba naqab men barq-e-jamal rah nahin sakta hijab men

hai dekhne valon ko sambhalne ka ishara thodi si naqab aaj vo sarkae hue hain

isi ummid par to ji rahe hain hijr ke maare kabhi to rukh se utthegi naqab ahista ahista

didar se pahle hi kya haal hua dil ka kya hoga jo ultenge vo rukh se naqab akhir

zara naqab-e-hasin rukh se tum ulat dena ham apne dida-o-dil ka ghhurur dekhenge

agarche vo be-parda aae hue hain chhupane ki chizen chhupae hue hain

ankhon ko dekhne ka saliqa jab aa gaya kitne naqab chehra-e-asrar se uthe

zara parda hata do samne se bijliyan chamken mira dil jalva-gah-e-tur ban jaae to achchha ho

naqab kahti hai main parda-e-qayamat huun agar yaqin na ho dekh lo utha ke mujhe

ulti ik haath se naqab un ki ek se apne dil ko thaam liya

kisi men taab kahan thi ki dekhta un ko uthi naqab to hairat naqab ho ke rahi

dekhta main use kyunkar ki naqab uthte hi ban ke divar khadi ho gai hairat meri

khuub parda hai ki chilman se lage baithe hain saaf chhupte bhi nahin samne aate bhi nahin

what coyness this is, to abide,a screen beside her face which neither does she clearly hide nor openly display dagh dehlvi paints the beloved’s teasing modesty: the curtain becomes a metaphor for a carefully maintained distance. by sitting at the curtain, the beloved stays tantalizingly near—visible enough to stir desire, yet not present enough to satisfy it. the lover is kept suspended between hope and denial, and that in-between state is the very ‘art’ of the veil.

itne hijabon par to ye aalam hai husn ka kya haal ho jo dekh len parda utha ke ham

hazar chehre hain maujud aadmi ghhaeb ye kis kharabe men duniya ne la ke chhod diya

is daur men insan ka chehra nahin milta kab se main naqabon ki tahen khol raha huun

abhi raat kuchh hai baaqi na utha naqab saaqi tira rind girte girte kahin phir sambhal na jaae

as yet the night does linger on do not remove your veil lest your besotten follower re-gains stability

dekh kar ham ko na parde men tu chhup jaaya kar ham to apne hain miyan ghhair se sharmaya kar

charaghh-e-tur jalao bada andhera hai zara naqab uthao bada andhera hai

khol chehron pe chadhane nahin aate ham ko gaanv ke log hain ham shahr men kam aate hain

kab tak chhupaoge rukh-e-zeba naqab men barq-e-jamal rah nahin sakta hijab men

hai dekhne valon ko sambhalne ka ishara thodi si naqab aaj vo sarkae hue hain

isi ummid par to ji rahe hain hijr ke maare kabhi to rukh se utthegi naqab ahista ahista

didar se pahle hi kya haal hua dil ka kya hoga jo ultenge vo rukh se naqab akhir

naqab-e-rukh uthaya ja raha hai vo nikli dhuup saaya ja raha hai

from the confines of the veil your face is now being freed lo sunshine now emerges, the shadows now recede

zara naqab-e-hasin rukh se tum ulat dena ham apne dida-o-dil ka ghhurur dekhenge

agarche vo be-parda aae hue hain chhupane ki chizen chhupae hue hain

tere qurban 'qamar' munh sar-e-gulzar na khol sadqe us chand si surat pe na ho jaae bahar

ankhon ko dekhne ka saliqa jab aa gaya kitne naqab chehra-e-asrar se uthe

uth ai naqab-e-yar ki baithe hain der se kitne ghharib dida-e-pur-nam liye hue

dekhta main use kyunkar ki naqab uthte hi ban ke divar khadi ho gai hairat meri

zara parda hata do samne se bijliyan chamken mira dil jalva-gah-e-tur ban jaae to achchha ho