Ruswai

kaise kah dun ki mujhe chhod diya hai us ne baat to sach hai magar baat hai ruswai ki how can i say that i have been deserted by my beau its true but this will cause me to be shamed for evermore

nikalna khuld se aadam ka sunte aae hain lekin bahut be-abru ho kar tere kuche se hum nikle from eden, of adam's exile, i am familiar, though greatly humiliated from your street didi have to go ghalib contrasts adam’s expulsion from heaven with the lover’s dismissal from the beloved’s street. paradise stands for ultimate honor, while the beloved’s lane becomes a personal heaven that the speaker is forced to leave. the core emotion is wounded pride: rejection in love feels more humiliating than the biblical fall itself. the exaggeration intensifies how crushing the beloved’s coldness is.

phirte hain 'mir' khwar koi puchhta nahin is aashiqi mein izzat-e-sadat bhi gai meer portrays love as a force that strips a person of dignity and social standing. he is so ruined that people ignore him entirely, and the phrase “honor of the sayyids” heightens the fall from inherited respectability to public disgrace. the emotional core is bitter self-awareness: love has made him both helpless and socially erased.

aziyyat musibat malamat balaen tere ishq mein hum ne kya kya na dekha

ishq jab tak na kar chuke ruswa aadmi kaam ka nahin hota till love does not cause him disgrace in this world man has no place

hum talib-e-shohrat hain hamein nang se kya kaam badnam agar honge to kya nam na hoga

khair badnam to pahle bhi bahut the lekin tujh se milna tha ki par lag gae ruswai ko

ahl-e-hawas to khair hawas mein hue zalil wo bhi hue kharab, mohabbat jinhon ne ki

ruswa hue zalil hue dar-ba-dar hue haq baat lab pe aai to hum be-hunar hue

meri ruswai ke asbab hain mere andar aadmi hun so bahut khwab hain mere andar

dekhe hain bahut hum ne hangame mohabbat ke aaghaz bhi ruswai anjam bhi ruswai

ab to har hath ka patthar hamein pahchanta hai umr guzri hai tere shahr mein aate jate

baat niklegi to phir dur talak jaegi log be-wajh udasi ka sabab puchhenge

apni ruswai tere nam ka charcha dekhun ek zara sher kahun aur main kya kya dekhun

kya mila tum ko mere ishq ka charcha kar ke tum bhi ruswa hue aakhir mujhe ruswa kar ke

hamare ishq mein ruswa hue tum magar hum to tamasha ho gae hain

yaadon ki bauchhaaron se jab palken bhigne lagti hain sondhi sondhi lagti hai tab mazi ki ruswai bhi

koi tohmat ho mere nam chali aati hai jaise bazar mein har ghar se gali aati hai

kis qadar bad-namiyan hain mere sath kya bataun kis qadar tanha hun main

log kahte hain ki bad-nami se bachna chahiye kah do be is ke jawani ka maza milta nahin

dafatan tark-e-talluq mein bhi ruswai hai uljhe daman ko chhudate nahin jhatka de kar

sari duniya hamein pahchanti hai koi hum sa bhi na tanha hoga

'qamar' zara bhi nahin tum ko khauf-e-ruswai chale ho chandni shab mein unhen bulane ko

mujhe muskura muskura kar na dekho mere sath tum bhi ho ruswaiyon mein

jis jagah baithe mera charcha kiya khud hue ruswa mujhe ruswa kiya the couplet captures the irony of slander: people who gossip to ruin someone’s name expose their own smallness. the poet suggests that malicious talk rebounds on the speaker, turning their attempt at shaming into self-shame. the emotional core is a calm, cutting confidence that truth and dignity outlast backbiting.

har-chand tujhe sabr nahin dard wa-lekin itna bhi na miliyo ki wo badnam bahut ho

tum ko hazar sharm sahi mujh ko lakh zabt ulfat wo raaz hai ki chhupaya na jaega

main ise shohrat kahun ya apni ruswai kahun mujh se pahle us gali mein mere afsane gae

ab tu darwaze se apne nam ki takhti utar lafz nange ho gae shohrat bhi gali ho gai

us ghar ki badaulat mere sheron ko hai shohrat wo ghar ki jo is shahr mein badnam bahut hai