is tarah zindagi ne diya hai hamara saath jaise koi nibah raha ho raqib se

garmi-e-hasrat-e-nakam se jal jaate hain ham charaghhon ki tarah shaam se jal jaate hain i burn up in the flames of unfulfilled desire like lanterns are, at eventide i am set afire shama jis aag men jalti hai numaish ke liye ham usi aag men gumnam se jal jaate hain the fire,that the flame burns in, for all to see in that very fire i do burn but namelessly bach nikalte hain agar atish-e-sayyal se ham shola-e-ariz-e-gulfam se jal jaate hain if from the hunter's fire i manage to escape i perish in the fire that's in the flower's cape khud-numai to nahin sheva-e-arbab-e-vafa jin ko jalna ho vo aram se jal jaate hain exhibition's not the norm for those that faithful be those who wish to perish then do so quietly rabt-e-baham pe hamen kya na kahenge dushman ashna jab tire paighham se jal jaate hain at our mutual fondness why will enemies not fret when even friends, at your messages, are all het jab bhi aata hai mira naam tire naam ke saath jaane kyuun log mire naam se jal jaate hain whenever my name happens to be linked to thee i wonder why these people burn with jealousy garmi-e-hasrat-e-nakaam se jal jate hain hum charaghon ki tarah sham se jal jate hain i burn up in the flames of unfulfilled desire like lanterns are, at eventide i am set afire shama jis aag mein jalti hai numaish ke liye hum usi aag mein gumnam se jal jate hain the fire,that the flame burns in, for all to see in that very fire i do burn but namelessly bach nikalte hain agar aatish-e-sayyal se hum shola-e-ariz-e-gulfam se jal jate hain if from the hunter's fire i manage to escape i perish in the fire that's in the flower's cape khud-numai to nahin shewa-e-arbab-e-wafa jin ko jalna ho wo aaram se jal jate hain exhibition's not the norm for those that faithful be those who wish to perish then do so quietly rabt-e-baham pe hamein kya na kahenge dushman aashna jab tere paigham se jal jate hain at our mutual fondness why will enemies not fret when even friends, at your messages, are all het jab bhi aata hai mera nam tere nam ke sath jaane kyun log mere nam se jal jate hain whenever my name happens to be linked to thee i wonder why these people burn with jealousy

daaghh duniya ne diye zakhm zamane se mile ham ko tohfe ye tumhen dost banane se mile ham taraste hi taraste hi taraste hi rahe vo falane se falane se falane se mile khud se mil jaate to chahat ka bharam rah jaata kya mile aap jo logon ke milane se mile maan ki aghhosh men kal maut ki aghhosh men aaj ham ko duniya men ye do vaqt suhane se mile kabhi likhvane gae khat kabhi padhvane gae ham hasinon se isi hiile bahane se mile ik naya zakhm mila ek nai umr mili jab kisi shahr men kuchh yaar purane se mile ek ham hi nahin phirte hain liye qissa-e-ghham un ke khamosh labon par bhi fasane se mile kaise manen ki unhen bhuul gaya tu ai 'kaif' un ke khat aaj hamen tere sirhane se mile dagh duniya ne diye zakhm zamane se mile hum ko tohfe ye tumhein dost banane se mile hum taraste hi taraste hi taraste hi rahe wo falane se falane se falane se mile khud se mil jate to chahat ka bharam rah jata kya mile aap jo logon ke milane se mile man ki aaghosh mein kal maut ki aaghosh mein aaj hum ko duniya mein ye do waqt suhane se mile kabhi likhwane gae khat kabhi padhwane gae hum hasinon se isi hile bahane se mile ek naya zakhm mila ek nai umr mili jab kisi shahr mein kuchh yar purane se mile ek hum hi nahin phirte hain liye qissa-e-gham un ke khamosh labon par bhi fasane se mile kaise manen ki unhen bhul gaya tu ai 'kaif' un ke khat aaj hamein tere sirhane se mile

dozakh o jannat hain ab meri nazar ke samne ghar raqibon ne banaya us ke ghar ke samne

rafiqon se raqib achchhe jo jal kar naam lete hain gulon se khaar behtar hain jo daman thaam lete hain

jo koi aave hai nazdik hi baithe hai tire ham kahan tak tire pahlu se sarakte javen

whoever comes takes his place here right by your side how long with this displacement from you shall i abide

tumhare khat men naya ik salam kis ka tha na tha raqib to akhir vo naam kis ka tha

that new greeting in your note, from whom was it do say if not my rival's signature, whose name was it then, pray? the speaker reads the beloved’s letter and is jolted by a “new سلام” and an unfamiliar name, sensing a hidden third person. the letter becomes evidence, and the new greeting a metaphor for shifting loyalties. by denying “raqib” yet insisting on an explanation, the couplet captures the ache of love mixed with suspicion. its emotional core is jealous doubt: the fear that affection is no longer exclusive.

us naqsh-e-pa ke sajde ne kya kya kiya zalil main kucha-e-raqib men bhi sar ke bal gaya

bowing to her footsteps brought me shame i dread i went to my rival's street standing on my head the beloved’s footprint becomes a symbol of extreme worship: the lover’s reverence is so excessive that it turns into public humiliation. the second line intensifies the shame—he lowers himself so completely that he even enters the rival’s lane, where his pride should have stopped him. the couplet captures love as obsession that breaks dignity and makes one cross forbidden boundaries. the emotional core is helpless devotion mixed with self-awareness of disgrace.

jaana pada raqib ke dar par hazar baar ai kaash janta na tire rah-guzar ko main

to my rival's stead a thousand times i had to go would it be, the path you often tread i did not know the poet expresses deep regret over the humiliation suffered in his pursuit of love. knowing the beloved's address became a curse, as it compelled him to visit repeatedly, forcing him to seek access or news through his rival, thereby stripping him of his self-respect.

baithe hue raqib hain dilbar ke as-pas kanton ka hai hujum gul-e-tar ke as-pas

yaad aaiin us ko dekh ke apni musibaten roe ham aaj khuub lipat kar raqib se

apni zaban se mujhe jo chahe kah len aap badh badh ke bolna nahin achchha raqib ka

ghhussa aata hai pyaar aata hai ghhair ke ghar se yaar aata hai

kahte ho ki hamdard kisi ka nahin sunte main ne to raqibon se suna aur hi kuchh hai

ham apne ishq ki ab aur kya shahadat den hamen hamare raqibon ne mo'tabar jaana

raqib donon jahan men zalil kyuun hota kisi ke biich men kam-bakht agar nahin aata

le mere tajrabon se sabaq ai mire raqib do-char saal umr men tujh se bada huun main

idhar aa raqib mere main tujhe gale laga luun mira ishq be-maza tha tiri dushmani se pahle

aap hi se na jab raha matlab phir raqibon se mujh ko kya matlab

go aap ne javab bura hi diya vale mujh se bayan na kiije adu ke payam ko

though you may have replied to him as rudely as you claim don't tell me what was in my rival's message, just the same the speaker accepts the beloved’s bitter response, but draws a boundary: he won’t tolerate hearing an adversary’s “message” delivered through the beloved. “adu” (enemy/rival) hints at a rival in love; repeating his words would feel like humiliation and a betrayal of intimacy. the couplet turns on self-respect—pain from the beloved is endurable, but disgrace via the rival is not.

is tarah zindagi ne diya hai hamara saath jaise koi nibah raha ho raqib se

garmi-e-hasrat-e-nakam se jal jaate hain ham charaghhon ki tarah shaam se jal jaate hain i burn up in the flames of unfulfilled desire like lanterns are, at eventide i am set afire shama jis aag men jalti hai numaish ke liye ham usi aag men gumnam se jal jaate hain the fire,that the flame burns in, for all to see in that very fire i do burn but namelessly bach nikalte hain agar atish-e-sayyal se ham shola-e-ariz-e-gulfam se jal jaate hain if from the hunter's fire i manage to escape i perish in the fire that's in the flower's cape khud-numai to nahin sheva-e-arbab-e-vafa jin ko jalna ho vo aram se jal jaate hain exhibition's not the norm for those that faithful be those who wish to perish then do so quietly rabt-e-baham pe hamen kya na kahenge dushman ashna jab tire paighham se jal jaate hain at our mutual fondness why will enemies not fret when even friends, at your messages, are all het jab bhi aata hai mira naam tire naam ke saath jaane kyuun log mire naam se jal jaate hain whenever my name happens to be linked to thee i wonder why these people burn with jealousy garmi-e-hasrat-e-nakaam se jal jate hain hum charaghon ki tarah sham se jal jate hain i burn up in the flames of unfulfilled desire like lanterns are, at eventide i am set afire shama jis aag mein jalti hai numaish ke liye hum usi aag mein gumnam se jal jate hain the fire,that the flame burns in, for all to see in that very fire i do burn but namelessly bach nikalte hain agar aatish-e-sayyal se hum shola-e-ariz-e-gulfam se jal jate hain if from the hunter's fire i manage to escape i perish in the fire that's in the flower's cape khud-numai to nahin shewa-e-arbab-e-wafa jin ko jalna ho wo aaram se jal jate hain exhibition's not the norm for those that faithful be those who wish to perish then do so quietly rabt-e-baham pe hamein kya na kahenge dushman aashna jab tere paigham se jal jate hain at our mutual fondness why will enemies not fret when even friends, at your messages, are all het jab bhi aata hai mera nam tere nam ke sath jaane kyun log mere nam se jal jate hain whenever my name happens to be linked to thee i wonder why these people burn with jealousy

daaghh duniya ne diye zakhm zamane se mile ham ko tohfe ye tumhen dost banane se mile ham taraste hi taraste hi taraste hi rahe vo falane se falane se falane se mile khud se mil jaate to chahat ka bharam rah jaata kya mile aap jo logon ke milane se mile maan ki aghhosh men kal maut ki aghhosh men aaj ham ko duniya men ye do vaqt suhane se mile kabhi likhvane gae khat kabhi padhvane gae ham hasinon se isi hiile bahane se mile ik naya zakhm mila ek nai umr mili jab kisi shahr men kuchh yaar purane se mile ek ham hi nahin phirte hain liye qissa-e-ghham un ke khamosh labon par bhi fasane se mile kaise manen ki unhen bhuul gaya tu ai 'kaif' un ke khat aaj hamen tere sirhane se mile dagh duniya ne diye zakhm zamane se mile hum ko tohfe ye tumhein dost banane se mile hum taraste hi taraste hi taraste hi rahe wo falane se falane se falane se mile khud se mil jate to chahat ka bharam rah jata kya mile aap jo logon ke milane se mile man ki aaghosh mein kal maut ki aaghosh mein aaj hum ko duniya mein ye do waqt suhane se mile kabhi likhwane gae khat kabhi padhwane gae hum hasinon se isi hile bahane se mile ek naya zakhm mila ek nai umr mili jab kisi shahr mein kuchh yar purane se mile ek hum hi nahin phirte hain liye qissa-e-gham un ke khamosh labon par bhi fasane se mile kaise manen ki unhen bhul gaya tu ai 'kaif' un ke khat aaj hamein tere sirhane se mile

dozakh o jannat hain ab meri nazar ke samne ghar raqibon ne banaya us ke ghar ke samne

le mere tajrabon se sabaq ai mire raqib do-char saal umr men tujh se bada huun main

rafiqon se raqib achchhe jo jal kar naam lete hain gulon se khaar behtar hain jo daman thaam lete hain

mujh se bigad gae to raqibon ki ban gai ghhairon men bat raha hai mira e'tibar aaj

tumhare khat men naya ik salam kis ka tha na tha raqib to akhir vo naam kis ka tha

that new greeting in your note, from whom was it do say if not my rival's signature, whose name was it then, pray? the speaker reads the beloved’s letter and is jolted by a “new سلام” and an unfamiliar name, sensing a hidden third person. the letter becomes evidence, and the new greeting a metaphor for shifting loyalties. by denying “raqib” yet insisting on an explanation, the couplet captures the ache of love mixed with suspicion. its emotional core is jealous doubt: the fear that affection is no longer exclusive.

us naqsh-e-pa ke sajde ne kya kya kiya zalil main kucha-e-raqib men bhi sar ke bal gaya

bowing to her footsteps brought me shame i dread i went to my rival's street standing on my head the beloved’s footprint becomes a symbol of extreme worship: the lover’s reverence is so excessive that it turns into public humiliation. the second line intensifies the shame—he lowers himself so completely that he even enters the rival’s lane, where his pride should have stopped him. the couplet captures love as obsession that breaks dignity and makes one cross forbidden boundaries. the emotional core is helpless devotion mixed with self-awareness of disgrace.

raqib qatl hua us ki teghh-e-abru se haram-zada tha achchha hua halal hua

jama karte ho kyuun raqibon ko ik tamasha hua gila na hua

you collect my enemies, why in this manner? pray a spectacle this is and not the way to remonstrate the poet addresses the beloved, asking why they have assembled his rivals to witness their interaction. the intention was to express a private grievance (gila) about love, but the presence of an audience has turned this intimate moment into a mockery and a public show (tamasha), stripping it of its sincerity and dignity.

baithe hue raqib hain dilbar ke as-pas kanton ka hai hujum gul-e-tar ke as-pas

yaad aaiin us ko dekh ke apni musibaten roe ham aaj khuub lipat kar raqib se

apni zaban se mujhe jo chahe kah len aap badh badh ke bolna nahin achchha raqib ka

aap hi se na jab raha matlab phir raqibon se mujh ko kya matlab

ghhussa aata hai pyaar aata hai ghhair ke ghar se yaar aata hai

jis ka tujh sa habib hovega kaun us ka raqib hovega

ham apne ishq ki ab aur kya shahadat den hamen hamare raqibon ne mo'tabar jaana

vo jise saare zamane ne kaha mera raqib main ne us ko ham-safar jaana ki tu us ki bhi thi

go aap ne javab bura hi diya vale mujh se bayan na kiije adu ke payam ko

though you may have replied to him as rudely as you claim don't tell me what was in my rival's message, just the same the speaker accepts the beloved’s bitter response, but draws a boundary: he won’t tolerate hearing an adversary’s “message” delivered through the beloved. “adu” (enemy/rival) hints at a rival in love; repeating his words would feel like humiliation and a betrayal of intimacy. the couplet turns on self-respect—pain from the beloved is endurable, but disgrace via the rival is not.