ab to utni bhi mayassar nahin mai-khane men jitni ham chhod diya karte the paimane men

the tavern does not even give that much wine to me that i was wont to waste in the goblet casually

bahut ghhurur hai dariya ko apne hone par jo meri pyaas se uljhe to dhajjiyan ud jaaen

piita huun jitni utni hi badhti hai tishnagi saaqi ne jaise pyaas mila di sharab men

saqiya tishnagi ki taab nahin zahr de de agar sharab nahin

the speaker’s “thirst” is a metaphor for overwhelming desire and inner ache that has become unbearable. wine stands for relief, love, or ecstasy that could soothe this burning need. in desperation, he says even poison is preferable to continuing without any remedy. the couplet captures emotional extremity: relief at any cost versus the torment of waiting.

kitne dinon ke pyase honge yaaro socho to shabnam ka qatra bhi jin ko dariya lagta hai

those people have been parched for many many years to whom even a drop of dew an ocean appears

pyaas badhti ja rahi hai bahta dariya dekh kar bhagti jaati hain lahren ye tamasha dekh kar

aisi pyaas aur aisa sabr dariya paani paani hai

vo majburi maut hai jis men kaase ko buniyad mile pyaas ki shiddat jab badhti hai dar lagta hai paani se

aaj pi kar bhi vahi tishna-labi hai saaqi lutf men tere kahin koi kami hai saaqi

saaqi mire bhi dil ki taraf tuk nigah kar lab-tishna teri bazm men ye jaam rah gaya

saaqi mujhe khumar satae hai la sharab marta huun tishnagi se ai zalim pila sharab

jise bhi pyaas bujhani ho mere paas rahe kabhi bhi apne labon se chhalakne lagta huun

phir is ke baad hamen tishnagi rahe na rahe kuchh aur der muravvat se kaam le saaqi

do dariya bhi jab aapas men milte hain donon apni apni pyaas bujhate hain

pyaas ki saltanat nahin mitti laakh dajle bana furat bana

ik janam ke pyase bhi sair hon to ham janen yuun to rahmat-e-yazdan char-su barasti hai

kya karun ai tishnagi tera mudava bas vo lab jin labon ko chhu ke paani aag banta jaae hai

is ehtimam se aksar uthe hain paimane ki buund buund ko main janon ya khuda jaane

aap sagar hain to sairab karen pyase ko aap badal hain to mujh dasht pe saaya kijiye

vo samne hain magar tishnagi nahin jaati ye kya sitam hai ki dariya sarab jaisa hai

ab to utni bhi mayassar nahin mai-khane men jitni ham chhod diya karte the paimane men

the tavern does not even give that much wine to me that i was wont to waste in the goblet casually

bahut ghhurur hai dariya ko apne hone par jo meri pyaas se uljhe to dhajjiyan ud jaaen

piita huun jitni utni hi badhti hai tishnagi saaqi ne jaise pyaas mila di sharab men

saqiya tishnagi ki taab nahin zahr de de agar sharab nahin

the speaker’s “thirst” is a metaphor for overwhelming desire and inner ache that has become unbearable. wine stands for relief, love, or ecstasy that could soothe this burning need. in desperation, he says even poison is preferable to continuing without any remedy. the couplet captures emotional extremity: relief at any cost versus the torment of waiting.

kitne dinon ke pyase honge yaaro socho to shabnam ka qatra bhi jin ko dariya lagta hai

those people have been parched for many many years to whom even a drop of dew an ocean appears

pyaas badhti ja rahi hai bahta dariya dekh kar bhagti jaati hain lahren ye tamasha dekh kar

vo samne hain magar tishnagi nahin jaati ye kya sitam hai ki dariya sarab jaisa hai

aisi pyaas aur aisa sabr dariya paani paani hai

ruuh kis mast ki pyasi gai mai-khane se mai udi jaati hai saaqi tire paimane se

the poet wonders how anyone could depart unsatisfied from the wine-house—suggesting an intense, almost spiritual thirst. in the second line, he flatters the saqi: the cup (and the saqi’s charm) is so powerful that wine cannot stay in it, as if it vanishes instantly. wine and tavern stand for pleasure and mystical ecstasy, while thirst points to an unending desire that no amount can fully quench.

kamal-e-tishnagi hi se bujha lete hain pyaas apni isi tapte hue sahra ko ham dariya samajhte hain

saaqi mire bhi dil ki taraf tuk nigah kar lab-tishna teri bazm men ye jaam rah gaya

sahil tamam ashk-e-nadamat se at gaya dariya se koi shakhs to pyasa palat gaya

jise bhi pyaas bujhani ho mere paas rahe kabhi bhi apne labon se chhalakne lagta huun

harf apne hi maani ki tarah hota hai pyaas ka zaiqa paani ki tarah hota hai

do dariya bhi jab aapas men milte hain donon apni apni pyaas bujhate hain

tha zahr ko honton se lagana hi munasib varna ye miri tishna-labi kam nahin hoti

ik janam ke pyase bhi sair hon to ham janen yuun to rahmat-e-yazdan char-su barasti hai

ye soch ke danista raha us se bahut duur maghhrur hai dariya mujhe pyasa na samajh le

is ehtimam se aksar uthe hain paimane ki buund buund ko main janon ya khuda jaane

khinch laai janib-e-dariya hamen bhi tishnagi ab gulu-e-khushk ka khanjar pe ram hone ko hai