Pyas

ab to utni bhi mayassar nahin mai-khane mein jitni hum chhod diya karte the paimane mein the tavern does not even give that much wine to me that i was wont to waste in the goblet casually

bahut ghurur hai dariya ko apne hone par jo meri pyas se uljhe to dhajjiyan ud jaen

tum us ke pas ho jis ko tumhaari chah na thi kahan pe pyas thi dariya kahan banaya gaya

pita hun jitni utni hi badhti hai tishnagi saqi ne jaise pyas mila di sharab mein

saqiya tishnagi ki tab 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.

wo jo pyasa lagta tha sailab-zada tha pani pani kahte kahte dub gaya hai

kitne dinon ke pyase honge yaro 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

pyas badhti ja rahi hai bahta dariya dekh kar bhagti jati hain lahren ye tamasha dekh kar

tishna-lab aisa ki honton pe pade hain chhaale mutmain aisa hun dariya ko bhi hairani hai

wo samne hain magar tishnagi nahin jati ye kya sitam hai ki dariya sarab jaisa hai

aisi pyas aur aisa sabr dariya pani pani hai

wo majburi maut hai jis mein kase ko buniyaad mile pyas ki shiddat jab badhti hai dar lagta hai pani se

ruh kis mast ki pyasi gai mai-khane se mai udi jati hai saqi tere 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 pyas apni isi tapte hue sahra ko hum dariya samajhte hain

aaj pi kar bhi wahi tishna-labi hai saqi lutf mein tere kahin koi kami hai saqi

saqi mere bhi dil ki taraf tuk nigah kar lab-tishna teri bazm mein ye jam rah gaya

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

saqi mujhe khumar satae hai la sharab marta hun tishnagi se ai zalim pila sharab

jise bhi pyas bujhani ho mere pas rahe kabhi bhi apne labon se chhalakne lagta hun

harf apne hi maani ki tarah hota hai pyas ka zaiqa pani ki tarah hota hai

phir is ke baad hamein tishnagi rahe na rahe kuchh aur der murawwat se kaam le saqi

do dariya bhi jab aapas mein milte hain donon apni apni pyas bujhate hain

tha zahr ko honton se lagana hi munasib warna ye meri tishna-labi kam nahin hoti

pyas ki saltanat nahin mitti lakh dajle bana furaat bana

ek janam ke pyase bhi sair hon to hum jaanen yun to rahmat-e-yazdan chaar-su barasti hai

ye soch ke danista raha us se bahut dur maghrur hai dariya mujhe pyasa na samajh le

kya karun ai tishnagi tera mudawa bas wo lab jin labon ko chhu ke pani aag banta jae hai

is ehtimam se aksar uthe hain paimane ki bund bund ko main jaanon ya khuda jaane

khinch lai jaanib-e-dariya hamein bhi tishnagi ab gulu-e-khushk ka khanjar pe ram hone ko hai

aap sagar hain to sairab karen pyase ko aap baadal hain to mujh dasht pe saya kijiye