Filmi Shayari

suna hai log use aankh bhar ke dekhte hain

suna hai log use aankh bhar ke dekhte hain so us ke shahr men kuchh din thahar ke dekhte hain suna hai rabt hai us ko kharab-halon se so apne aap ko barbad kar ke dekhte hain suna hai dard ki gahak hai chashm-e-naz us ki so ham bhi us ki gali se guzar ke dekhte hain suna hai us ko bhi hai sher o shairi se shaghhaf so ham bhi moajize apne hunar ke dekhte hain suna hai bole to baton se phuul jhadte hain ye baat hai to chalo baat kar ke dekhte hain suna hai raat use chand takta rahta hai sitare bam-e-falak se utar ke dekhte hain suna hai din ko use titliyan satati hain suna hai raat ko jugnu thahar ke dekhte hain suna hai hashr hain us ki ghhazal si ankhen suna hai us ko hiran dasht bhar ke dekhte hain suna hai raat se badh kar hain kakulen us ki suna hai shaam ko saae guzar ke dekhte hain suna hai us ki siyah-chashmagi qayamat hai so us ko surma-farosh aah bhar ke dekhte hain suna hai us ke labon se gulab jalte hain so ham bahar pe ilzam dhar ke dekhte hain suna hai aaina timsal hai jabin us ki jo saada dil hain use ban-sanvar ke dekhte hain suna hai jab se hamail hain us ki gardan men mizaj aur hi laal o guhar ke dekhte hain suna hai chashm-e-tasavvur se dasht-e-imkan men palang zaviye us ki kamar ke dekhte hain suna hai us ke badan ki tarash aisi hai ki phuul apni qabaen katar ke dekhte hain vo sarv-qad hai magar be-gul-e-murad nahin ki us shajar pe shagufe samar ke dekhte hain bas ik nigah se lutta hai qafila dil ka so rah-ravan-e-tamanna bhi dar ke dekhte hain suna hai us ke shabistan se muttasil hai bahisht makin udhar ke bhi jalve idhar ke dekhte hain ruke to gardishen us ka tavaf karti hain chale to us ko zamane thahar ke dekhte hain kise nasib ki be-pairahan use dekhe kabhi kabhi dar o divar ghar ke dekhte hain kahaniyan hi sahi sab mubalghhe hi sahi agar vo khvab hai tabir kar ke dekhte hain ab us ke shahr men thahren ki kuuch kar jaaen 'faraz' aao sitare safar ke dekhte hain suna hai log use aankh bhar ke dekhte hain so us ke shahr mein kuchh din thahar ke dekhte hain suna hai rabt hai us ko kharab-haalon se so apne aap ko barbaad kar ke dekhte hain suna hai dard ki gahak hai chashm-e-naz us ki so hum bhi us ki gali se guzar ke dekhte hain suna hai us ko bhi hai sher o shairi se shaghaf so hum bhi moajize apne hunar ke dekhte hain suna hai bole to baaton se phul jhadte hain ye baat hai to chalo baat kar ke dekhte hain suna hai raat use chand takta rahta hai sitare baam-e-falak se utar ke dekhte hain suna hai din ko use titliyan satati hain suna hai raat ko jugnu thahar ke dekhte hain suna hai hashr hain us ki ghazal si aankhen suna hai us ko hiran dasht bhar ke dekhte hain suna hai raat se badh kar hain kakulen us ki suna hai sham ko sae guzar ke dekhte hain suna hai us ki siyah-chashmagi qayamat hai so us ko surma-farosh aah bhar ke dekhte hain suna hai us ke labon se gulab jalte hain so hum bahaar pe ilzam dhar ke dekhte hain suna hai aaina timsal hai jabin us ki jo sada dil hain use ban-sanwar ke dekhte hain suna hai jab se hamail hain us ki gardan mein mizaj aur hi lal o guhar ke dekhte hain suna hai chashm-e-tasawwur se dasht-e-imkan mein palang zawiye us ki kamar ke dekhte hain suna hai us ke badan ki tarash aisi hai ki phul apni qabaen katar ke dekhte hain wo sarw-qad hai magar be-gul-e-murad nahin ki us shajar pe shagufe samar ke dekhte hain bas ek nigah se lutta hai qafila dil ka so rah-rawan-e-tamanna bhi dar ke dekhte hain suna hai us ke shabistan se muttasil hai bahisht makin udhar ke bhi jalwe idhar ke dekhte hain ruke to gardishen us ka tawaf karti hain chale to us ko zamane thahar ke dekhte hain kise nasib ki be-pairahan use dekhe kabhi kabhi dar o diwar ghar ke dekhte hain kahaniyan hi sahi sab mubaalghe hi sahi agar wo khwab hai tabir kar ke dekhte hain ab us ke shahr mein thahren ki kuch kar jaen 'faraaz' aao sitare safar ke dekhte hain

aur bhi dukh hain zamane mein mohabbat ke siwa rahaten aur bhi hain wasl ki rahat ke siwa sorrows other than love's longing does this life provide comforts other than a lover's union too abide

dil-e-nadan tujhe hua kya hai

dil-e-nadan tujhe hua kya hai akhir is dard ki dava kya hai foolish heart what ails you pray? can antidotes this ache allay? ham hain mushtaq aur vo be-zar ya ilahi ye majra kya hai i'm ardent and she turns away lord! what is this game you play? main bhi munh men zaban rakhta huun kaash puchho ki muddaa kya hai i too am capable of speech just ask me what i want today jab ki tujh bin nahin koi maujud phir ye hangama ai khuda kya hai when but for you, naught else exists why then o lord this noisy fray? ye pari-chehra log kaise hain ghhamza o ishva o ada kya hai ... ... shikan-e-zulf-e-ambarin kyuun hai nigah-e-chashm-e-surma sa kya hai ... ... sabza o gul kahan se aae hain abr kya chiiz hai hava kya hai ... ... ham ko un se vafa ki hai ummid jo nahin jante vafa kya hai from her i hope for constancy who knows it not, to my dismay haan bhala kar tira bhala hoga aur darvesh ki sada kya hai good you do and goodness reap what else does the dervish say jaan tum par nisar karta huun main nahin janta dua kya hai to you i do bequeath my life i know not what it is to pray main ne maana ki kuchh nahin 'ghhalib' muft haath aae to bura kya hai ghalib's worthless i accept but if comes free then why delay? dil-e-nadan tujhe hua kya hai aakhir is dard ki dawa kya hai foolish heart what ails you pray? can antidotes this ache allay? hum hain mushtaq aur wo be-zar ya ilahi ye majra kya hai i'm ardent and she turns away lord! what is this game you play? main bhi munh mein zaban rakhta hun kash puchho ki muddaa kya hai i too am capable of speech just ask me what i want today jab ki tujh bin nahin koi maujud phir ye hangama ai khuda kya hai when but for you, naught else exists why then o lord this noisy fray? ye pari-chehra log kaise hain ghamza o ishwa o ada kya hai ... ... shikan-e-zulf-e-ambarin kyun hai nigah-e-chashm-e-surma sa kya hai ... ... sabza o gul kahan se aae hain abr kya chiz hai hawa kya hai ... ... hum ko un se wafa ki hai ummid jo nahin jaante wafa kya hai from her i hope for constancy who knows it not, to my dismay han bhala kar tera bhala hoga aur darwesh ki sada kya hai good you do and goodness reap what else does the dervish say jaan tum par nisar karta hun main nahin jaanta dua kya hai to you i do bequeath my life i know not what it is to pray main ne mana ki kuchh nahin 'ghaalib' muft hath aae to bura kya hai ghalib's worthless i accept but if comes free then why delay?

hum ko malum hai jannat ki haqiqat lekin dil ke khush rakhne ko 'ghaalib' ye khayal achchha hai the poet expresses a witty skepticism regarding the religious promise of the afterlife. he implies that while he knows the 'truth' about paradise (perhaps that it is metaphorical or non-existent), the concept itself serves a useful psychological purpose. it acts as a comforting illusion that allows people to find joy and endure life's hardships through hope.

aah ko chahiye ek umr asar hote tak

aah ko chahiye ik umr asar hote tak kaun jiita hai tiri zulf ke sar hote tak a prayer needs a lifetime, an answer to obtain who can live until the time that you decide to deign dam-e-har-mauj men hai halqa-e-sad-kam-e-nahang dekhen kya guzre hai qatre pe guhar hote tak snares are spread in every wave, and reptiles in each lure see, till it turns into a pearl, what must a drop endure ashiqi sabr-talab aur tamanna betab dil ka kya rang karun khun-e-jigar hote tak love has a need for patience, desires are a strain as long my ache persists, how shall my heart sustain ham ne maana ki taghhaful na karoge lekin khaak ho jaenge ham tum ko khabar hote tak --- --- partav-e-khur se hai shabnam ko fana ki taalim main bhi huun ek inayat ki nazar hote tak agreed, you won't ignore me, i know but then again into dust will i be turned, your audience till i gain yak nazar besh nahin fursat-e-hasti ghhafil garmi-e-bazm hai ik raqs-e-sharar hote tak the sun's burning intensity is the dewdrop's bane so till i'm favoured with a glance, i too shall remain ghham-e-hasti ka 'asad' kis se ho juz marg ilaaj shama har rang men jalti hai sahar hote tak o ignorant, less than a glance does life's leisure remain for the dancing of the spark will the warmth sustain ta-qayamat shab-e-furqat men guzar jaegi umr saat din ham pe bhi bhari hain sahar hote tak save death, asad what else release from this life of pain? a lamp must burn in every hue till dawn is there again aah ko chahiye ek umr asar hote tak kaun jita hai teri zulf ke sar hote tak a prayer needs a lifetime, an answer to obtain who can live until the time that you decide to deign dam-e-har-mauj mein hai halqa-e-sad-kaam-e-nahang dekhen kya guzre hai qatre pe guhar hote tak snares are spread in every wave, and reptiles in each lure see, till it turns into a pearl, what must a drop endure aashiqi sabr-talab aur tamanna betab dil ka kya rang karun khun-e-jigar hote tak love has a need for patience, desires are a strain as long my ache persists, how shall my heart sustain hum ne mana ki taghaful na karoge lekin khak ho jaenge hum tum ko khabar hote tak --- --- partaw-e-khur se hai shabnam ko fana ki talim main bhi hun ek inayat ki nazar hote tak agreed, you won't ignore me, i know but then again into dust will i be turned, your audience till i gain yak nazar besh nahin fursat-e-hasti ghafil garmi-e-bazm hai ek raqs-e-sharar hote tak the sun's burning intensity is the dewdrop's bane so till i'm favoured with a glance, i too shall remain gham-e-hasti ka 'asad' kis se ho juz marg ilaj shama har rang mein jalti hai sahar hote tak o ignorant, less than a glance does life's leisure remain for the dancing of the spark will the warmth sustain ta-qayamat shab-e-furqat mein guzar jaegi umr sat din hum pe bhi bhaari hain sahar hote tak save death, asad what else release from this life of pain? a lamp must burn in every hue till dawn is there again

wo afsana jise anjam tak lana na ho mumkin use ek khub-surat mod de kar chhodna achchha

ye na thi hamari qismat ki visal-e-yar hota

ye na thi hamari qismat ki visal-e-yar hota agar aur jiite rahte yahi intizar hota that my love be consummated, fate did not ordain living longer had i waited, would have been in vain tire vaade par jiye ham to ye jaan jhuut jaana ki khushi se mar na jaate agar e'tibar hota that your promise made me live, let that not deceive happily my life i'd give, if i could but believe tiri nazuki se jaana ki bandha tha ahd boda kabhi tu na tod sakta agar ustuvar hota to your daintiness is tied, the frailty of your vow you couldn't break it if you tried, if it was firm somehow koi mere dil se puchhe tire tir-e-nim-kash ko ye khalish kahan se hoti jo jigar ke paar hota what pain your arrow, partly drawn, inflicts upon my heart cleanly through if it had gone, would it this sting impart? ye kahan ki dosti hai ki bane hain dost naseh koi charasaz hota koi ghham-gusar hota say what friendship is this pray? that friends seek to preach instead of trying to allay my pain with soothing speech rag-e-sang se tapakta vo lahu ki phir na thamta jise ghham samajh rahe ho ye agar sharar hota blood would ooze from veins of stone, not stem nor ever tire if what to us as grief is known, were but a spark of fire ghham agarche jan-gusil hai pa kahan bachen ki dil hai ghham-e-ishq gar na hota ghham-e-rozgar hota if sorrow's fatal, then tell me, how can this heart endure? if love's sorrow would not be, life's sorrow would, for sure kahun kis se main ki kya hai shab-e-ghham buri bala hai mujhe kya bura tha marna agar ek baar hota of gloomy nights alone and sad, to whom should i complain? dying just once would not be bad, but each evening again? hue mar ke ham jo rusva hue kyuun na ghharq-e-dariya na kabhi janaza uthta na kahin mazar hota after death i was reviled, i would have rather drowned no remnant to be defiled, no grave site to be found use kaun dekh sakta ki yagana hai vo yakta jo dui ki bu bhi hoti to kahin do-char hota him how can anybody see, unique, no form, no face were there a whiff of duality we'd see him at some place ye masail-e-tasavvuf ye tira bayan 'ghhalib' tujhe ham vali samajhte jo na bada-khvar hota on mystic philosophy, gaalib, your words profound a saint we'd surely think you be, if drunken you weren't found ye na thi hamari qismat ki visal-e-yar hota agar aur jite rahte yahi intizar hota that my love be consummated, fate did not ordain living longer had i waited, would have been in vain tere wade par jiye hum to ye jaan jhut jaana ki khushi se mar na jate agar e'tibar hota that your promise made me live, let that not deceive happily my life i'd give, if i could but believe teri nazuki se jaana ki bandha tha ahd boda kabhi tu na tod sakta agar ustuwar hota to your daintiness is tied, the frailty of your vow you couldn't break it if you tried, if it was firm somehow koi mere dil se puchhe tere tir-e-nim-kash ko ye khalish kahan se hoti jo jigar ke par hota what pain your arrow, partly drawn, inflicts upon my heart cleanly through if it had gone, would it this sting impart? ye kahan ki dosti hai ki bane hain dost naseh koi chaarasaz hota koi gham-gusar hota say what friendship is this pray? that friends seek to preach instead of trying to allay my pain with soothing speech rag-e-sang se tapakta wo lahu ki phir na thamta jise gham samajh rahe ho ye agar sharar hota blood would ooze from veins of stone, not stem nor ever tire if what to us as grief is known, were but a spark of fire gham agarche jaan-gusil hai pa kahan bachen ki dil hai gham-e-ishq gar na hota gham-e-rozgar hota if sorrow's fatal, then tell me, how can this heart endure? if love's sorrow would not be, life's sorrow would, for sure kahun kis se main ki kya hai shab-e-gham buri bala hai mujhe kya bura tha marna agar ek bar hota of gloomy nights alone and sad, to whom should i complain? dying just once would not be bad, but each evening again? hue mar ke hum jo ruswa hue kyun na gharq-e-dariya na kabhi janaza uthta na kahin mazar hota after death i was reviled, i would have rather drowned no remnant to be defiled, no grave site to be found use kaun dekh sakta ki yagana hai wo yakta jo dui ki bu bhi hoti to kahin do-chaar hota him how can anybody see, unique, no form, no face were there a whiff of duality we'd see him at some place ye masail-e-tasawwuf ye tera bayan 'ghaalib' tujhe hum wali samajhte jo na baada-khwar hota on mystic philosophy, gaalib, your words profound a saint we'd surely think you be, if drunken you weren't found

main akela hi chala tha jaanib-e-manzil magar log sath aate gae aur karwan banta gaya

kabhi kisi ko mukammal jahan nahin milta

kabhi kisi ko mukammal jahan nahin milta kahin zamin kahin asman nahin milta tamam shahr men aisa nahin khulus na ho jahan umiid ho is ki vahan nahin milta kahan charaghh jalaen kahan gulab rakhen chhaten to milti hain lekin makan nahin milta ye kya azaab hai sab apne aap men gum hain zaban mili hai magar ham-zaban nahin milta charaghh jalte hi binai bujhne lagti hai khud apne ghar men hi ghar ka nishan nahin milta kabhi kisi ko mukammal jahan nahin milta kahin zamin kahin aasman nahin milta tamam shahr mein aisa nahin khulus na ho jahan umid ho is ki wahan nahin milta kahan charagh jalaen kahan gulab rakhen chhaten to milti hain lekin makan nahin milta ye kya azab hai sab apne aap mein gum hain zaban mili hai magar ham-zaban nahin milta charagh jalte hi binai bujhne lagti hai khud apne ghar mein hi ghar ka nishan nahin milta

ujale apni yaadon ke hamare sath rahne do na jaane kis gali mein zindagi ki sham ho jae

na kisi ki aankh ka nur hun na kisi ke dil ka qarar hun

na kisi ki aankh ka nuur huun na kisi ke dil ka qarar huun kisi kaam men jo na aa sake main vo ek musht-e-ghhubar huun i'm not the light of any eye, for me none has a care no use to anyone am i, dust merely scattered there na dava-e-dard-e-jigar huun main na kisi ki mithi nazar huun main na idhar huun main na udhar huun main na shakeb huun na qarar huun i'm no song of blithe intent,why should ears be lent i am a pain-laden lament, i'm just a plaintive prayer mira vaqt mujh se bichhad gaya mira rang-rup bigad gaya jo khizan se baaghh ujad gaya main usi ki fasl-e-bahar huun my face is truly ugly, scarred, from love i have been barred the product of a garden marred, in midst of bloom laid bare pae fatiha koi aae kyuun koi chaar phuul chadhae kyuun koi aa ke sham' jalae kyuun main vo bekasi ka mazar huun why should people come and mourn, with flowers why adorn incense too why should they burn, at a tomb of deep despair na main laag huun na lagav huun na suhag huun na subhav huun jo bigad gaya vo banav huun jo nahin raha vo singar huun --- --- main nahin huun naghhma-e-jan-faza mujhe sun ke koi karega kya main bade birog ki huun sada main bade dukhi ki pukar huun na main 'muztar' un ka habib huun na main 'muztar' un ka raqib huun jo bigad gaya vo nasib huun jo ujad gaya vo dayar huun na kisi ki aankh ka nur hun na kisi ke dil ka qarar hun kisi kaam mein jo na aa sake main wo ek musht-e-ghubar hun i'm not the light of any eye, for me none has a care no use to anyone am i, dust merely scattered there na dawa-e-dard-e-jigar hun main na kisi ki mithi nazar hun main na idhar hun main na udhar hun main na shakeb hun na qarar hun i'm no song of blithe intent,why should ears be lent i am a pain-laden lament, i'm just a plaintive prayer mera waqt mujh se bichhad gaya mera rang-rup bigad gaya jo khizan se bagh ujad gaya main usi ki fasl-e-bahaar hun my face is truly ugly, scarred, from love i have been barred the product of a garden marred, in midst of bloom laid bare pae fatiha koi aae kyun koi chaar phul chadhae kyun koi aa ke sham' jalae kyun main wo bekasi ka mazar hun why should people come and mourn, with flowers why adorn incense too why should they burn, at a tomb of deep despair na main lag hun na lagaw hun na suhag hun na subhaw hun jo bigad gaya wo banaw hun jo nahin raha wo singar hun --- --- main nahin hun naghma-e-jaan-faza mujhe sun ke koi karega kya main bade birog ki hun sada main bade dukhi ki pukar hun na main 'muztar' un ka habib hun na main 'muztar' un ka raqib hun jo bigad gaya wo nasib hun jo ujad gaya wo dayar hun

hum aah bhi karte hain to ho jate hain badnam wo qatl bhi karte hain to charcha nahin hota i do suffer slander, when i merely sigh she gets away with murder, no mention of it nigh

tum itna jo muskura rahe ho

tum itna jo muskura rahe ho kya ghham hai jis ko chhupa rahe ho ankhon men nami hansi labon par kya haal hai kya dikha rahe ho ban jaenge zahr piite piite ye ashk jo piite ja rahe ho jin zakhmon ko vaqt bhar chala hai tum kyuun unhen chhede ja rahe ho rekhaon ka khel hai muqaddar rekhaon se maat kha rahe ho tum itna jo muskura rahe ho kya gham hai jis ko chhupa rahe ho aankhon mein nami hansi labon par kya haal hai kya dikha rahe ho ban jaenge zahr pite pite ye ashk jo pite ja rahe ho jin zakhmon ko waqt bhar chala hai tum kyun unhen chhede ja rahe ho rekhaon ka khel hai muqaddar rekhaon se mat kha rahe ho

khudi ko kar buland itna ki har taqdir se pahle khuda bande se khud puchhe bata teri raza kya hai the couplet urges inner elevation—strengthening character, will, and moral self—until one is no longer passive before destiny. “selfhood” is a metaphor for a disciplined, awakened self that acts with purpose. the striking image of god asking the servant highlights the dignity of human agency when aligned with higher values. emotionally, it is a call to confidence, effort, and responsible choice.

ai mohabbat tere anjam pe rona aaya

ai mohabbat tire anjam pe rona aaya jaane kyuun aaj tire naam pe rona aaya love your sad conclusion makes me weep wonder why your mention makes me weep yuun to har shaam umidon men guzar jaati hai aaj kuchh baat hai jo shaam pe rona aaya every evening was, by hope, sustained this evening's desperation makes me weep kabhi taqdir ka matam kabhi duniya ka gila manzil-e-ishq men har gaam pe rona aaya lamenting fate, complaining of this life in course of love each station makes me weep mujh pe hi khatm hua silsila-e-nauhagari is qadar gardish-e-ayyam pe rona aaya the cycle of all mourning stops at me life's inconstant rotation makes me weep jab hua zikr zamane men mohabbat ka 'shakil' mujh ko apne dil-e-nakam pe rona aaya whenever talk of happiness i hear my failure and frustration makes me weep ai mohabbat tere anjam pe rona aaya jaane kyun aaj tere nam pe rona aaya love your sad conclusion makes me weep wonder why your mention makes me weep yun to har sham umidon mein guzar jati hai aaj kuchh baat hai jo sham pe rona aaya every evening was, by hope, sustained this evening's desperation makes me weep kabhi taqdir ka matam kabhi duniya ka gila manzil-e-ishq mein har gam pe rona aaya lamenting fate, complaining of this life in course of love each station makes me weep mujh pe hi khatm hua silsila-e-nauhagari is qadar gardish-e-ayyam pe rona aaya the cycle of all mourning stops at me life's inconstant rotation makes me weep jab hua zikr zamane mein mohabbat ka 'shakil' mujh ko apne dil-e-nakaam pe rona aaya whenever talk of happiness i hear my failure and frustration makes me weep

ye ishq nahin aasan itna hi samajh lije ek aag ka dariya hai aur dub ke jaana hai

kabhi ai haqiqat-e-muntazar nazar aa libas-e-majaz mein

kabhi ai haqiqat-e-muntazar nazar aa libas-e-majaz men ki hazaron sajde tadap rahe hain miri jabin-e-niyaz men o long-awaited truth appear someday in metaphor's guise, for on my brow of longing, a thousand prostrations writhe and rise. tarab-ashna-e-kharosh ho tu nava hai mahram-e-gosh ho vo sarod kya ki chhupa hua ho sukut-e-parda-e-saz men let joy embrace the thrill of sound, you are melody, meet the ears, what worth has a lute that lies concealed, in silence, shrouded, drears? tu bacha bacha ke na rakh ise tira aaina hai vo aaina ki shikasta ho to aziz-tar hai nigah-e-aina-saz men guard not thy mirror with such care, nor fear its shattered face, for the broken ones are dearer still, in the craftsman’s fond embrace. dam-e-tauf kirmak-e-shama ne ye kaha ki vo asar-e-kuhan na tiri hikayat-e-soz men na miri hadis-e-gudaz men while circling around the candle’s glow, the grieving moth did say, no trace of old kind remains in our tales of ardour and anguish today. na kahin jahan men amaan mili jo amaan mili to kahan mili mire jurm-e-khana-kharab ko tire afv-e-banda-navaz men no refuge did i find anywhere in the world; if i did, then where? only in thy divine forgiveness was my sin-ravaged soul given care. na vo ishq men rahin garmiyan na vo husn men rahin shokhiyan na vo ghhaznavi men tadap rahi na vo kham hai zulf-e-ayaz main gone is the ardor that once lit love, gone the coquetry of the fair, no more does ghaznavi ache with longing, nor is there a curl in ayaz’s hair. jo main sar-ba-sajda hua kabhi to zamin se aane lagi sada tira dil to hai sanam-ashna tujhe kya milega namaz men when i bowed my head in solemn prayer, a whisper rose from the ground, when thy heart adores the idols still—what blessing in prayer can be found? kabhi ai haqiqat-e-muntazar nazar aa libas-e-majaz mein ki hazaron sajde tadap rahe hain meri jabin-e-niyaz mein o long-awaited truth appear someday in metaphor's guise, for on my brow of longing, a thousand prostrations writhe and rise. tarab-ashna-e-kharosh ho tu nawa hai mahram-e-gosh ho wo sarod kya ki chhupa hua ho sukut-e-parda-e-saz mein let joy embrace the thrill of sound, you are melody, meet the ears, what worth has a lute that lies concealed, in silence, shrouded, drears? tu bacha bacha ke na rakh ise tera aaina hai wo aaina ki shikasta ho to aziz-tar hai nigah-e-aina-saz mein guard not thy mirror with such care, nor fear its shattered face, for the broken ones are dearer still, in the craftsman’s fond embrace. dam-e-tauf kirmak-e-shama ne ye kaha ki wo asar-e-kuhan na teri hikayat-e-soz mein na meri hadis-e-gudaz mein while circling around the candle’s glow, the grieving moth did say, no trace of old kind remains in our tales of ardour and anguish today. na kahin jahan mein aman mili jo aman mili to kahan mili mere jurm-e-khana-kharab ko tere afw-e-banda-nawaz mein no refuge did i find anywhere in the world; if i did, then where? only in thy divine forgiveness was my sin-ravaged soul given care. na wo ishq mein rahin garmiyan na wo husn mein rahin shokhiyan na wo ghaznawi mein tadap rahi na wo kham hai zulf-e-ayaz main gone is the ardor that once lit love, gone the coquetry of the fair, no more does ghaznavi ache with longing, nor is there a curl in ayaz’s hair. jo main sar-ba-sajda hua kabhi to zamin se aane lagi sada tera dil to hai sanam-ashna tujhe kya milega namaz mein when i bowed my head in solemn prayer, a whisper rose from the ground, when thy heart adores the idols still—what blessing in prayer can be found?

umr-e-daraaz mang ke lai thi chaar din do aarzu mein kat gae do intizar mein a long life, four days in all, i did negotiate two were spent in hope and two were spent in wait

kal chaudhwin ki raat thi shab bhar raha charcha tera

kal chaudhvin ki raat thi shab bhar raha charcha tira kuchh ne kaha ye chand hai kuchh ne kaha chehra tira t'was a full moon out last night, all evening there was talk of you some people said it was the moon,and some said that it was you ham bhi vahin maujud the ham se bhi sab puchha kiye ham hans diye ham chup rahe manzur tha parda tira i too was there, and was asked, by each one to explain i laughed it off, didn’t say a word, let mystery remain is shahr men kis se milen ham se to chhutin mahfilen har shakhs tera naam le har shakhs divana tira who should i meet in this town, all company i eschew every one now just talks of you, each one crazy for you kuche ko tere chhod kar jogi hi ban jaaen magar jangal tire parbat tire basti tiri sahra tira i should leave your street and go, become a dervish, though forests mountains deserts towns are yours where do i go ham aur rasm-e-bandagi ashuftagi uftadgi ehsan hai kya kya tira ai husn-e-be-parva tira me and my trait of loyalty, sadness pain and troubles be what favours you bestow on me, when act so heartlessly do ashk jaane kis liye palkon pe aa kar tik gae altaf ki barish tiri ikram ka dariya tira two teardrops, why, i do not know, wait on my lonely brow outpourings of your kindness, rivers from your favours flow ai be-dareghh o be-aman ham ne kabhi ki hai fughhan ham ko tiri vahshat sahi ham ko sahi sauda tira o heartless cruel one tell me, did i cry out despairingly? crazy for you tho i may be, my madness is precious to me ham par ye sakhti ki nazar ham hain faqir-e-rehguzar rasta kabhi roka tira daman kabhi thama tira why thus, on me severity, a mendicant i merely be did i ever block your street, did i ever trouble thee haan haan tiri surat hasin lekin tu aisa bhi nahin ik shakhs ke ashar se shohra hua kya kya tira you're beautiful i do agree, but then not to that degree it is this poet's poetry, that is cause of fame for thee bedard sunni ho to chal kahta hai kya achchhi ghhazal ashiq tira rusva tira shair tira 'insha' tira o cruel one if you agree come listen to his poetry lover, poet, infamous, inshaa is yours and yours truly kal chaudhwin ki raat thi shab bhar raha charcha tera kuchh ne kaha ye chand hai kuchh ne kaha chehra tera t'was a full moon out last night, all evening there was talk of you some people said it was the moon,and some said that it was you hum bhi wahin maujud the hum se bhi sab puchha kiye hum hans diye hum chup rahe manzur tha parda tera i too was there, and was asked, by each one to explain i laughed it off, didn’t say a word, let mystery remain is shahr mein kis se milen hum se to chhutin mahfilen har shakhs tera nam le har shakhs diwana tera who should i meet in this town, all company i eschew every one now just talks of you, each one crazy for you kuche ko tere chhod kar jogi hi ban jaen magar jangal tere parbat tere basti teri sahra tera i should leave your street and go, become a dervish, though forests mountains deserts towns are yours where do i go hum aur rasm-e-bandagi aashuftagi uftadgi ehsan hai kya kya tera ai husn-e-be-parwa tera me and my trait of loyalty, sadness pain and troubles be what favours you bestow on me, when act so heartlessly do ashk jaane kis liye palkon pe aa kar tik gae altaf ki barish teri ikram ka dariya tera two teardrops, why, i do not know, wait on my lonely brow outpourings of your kindness, rivers from your favours flow ai be-daregh o be-aman hum ne kabhi ki hai fughan hum ko teri wahshat sahi hum ko sahi sauda tera o heartless cruel one tell me, did i cry out despairingly? crazy for you tho i may be, my madness is precious to me hum par ye sakhti ki nazar hum hain faqir-e-rehguzar rasta kabhi roka tera daman kabhi thama tera why thus, on me severity, a mendicant i merely be did i ever block your street, did i ever trouble thee han han teri surat hasin lekin tu aisa bhi nahin ek shakhs ke ashaar se shohra hua kya kya tera you're beautiful i do agree, but then not to that degree it is this poet's poetry, that is cause of fame for thee bedard sunni ho to chal kahta hai kya achchhi ghazal aashiq tera ruswa tera shair tera 'insha' tera o cruel one if you agree come listen to his poetry lover, poet, infamous, inshaa is yours and yours truly

hazaron sal nargis apni be-nuri pe roti hai badi mushkil se hota hai chaman mein dida-war paida the poet uses the narcissus—often imagined as an eye—to symbolize a world that longs for true sight. its “lack of light” suggests spiritual or intellectual blindness and a persistent yearning to see clearly. the “garden” stands for society, where a genuine seer—someone with insight and guidance—emerges only rarely. the emotional core is both lament for blindness and hope for the arrival of real vision.

patta patta buta buta haal hamara jaane hai

patta patta buuta buuta haal hamara jaane hai jaane na jaane gul hi na jaane baaghh to saara jaane hai only the flower's unaware, rest of the garden knows my state,each leaf and every bud that in the garden grows lagne na de bas ho to us ke gauhar-e-gosh ko baale tak us ko falak chashm-e-mah-o-khur ki putli ka taara jaane hai now if it can, her pearldrops from being strung, it will prevent stars in the eyes of sun and moon they're in heaven's intent aage us mutakabbir ke ham khuda khuda kiya karte hain kab maujud khuda ko vo maghhrur-e-khud-ara jaane hai against her supreme arrogance, god's name is no reprieve she, being so vain and self absorbed, in god does not believe ashiq sa to saada koi aur na hoga duniya men ji ke ziyan ko ishq men us ke apna vaara jaane hai as foolish as a lover in this world there would be none in love although his life's forfeit he thinks that he has won charagari bimari-e-dil ki rasm-e-shahr-e-husn nahin varna dilbar-e-nadan bhi is dard ka chara jaane hai healing hearts is not the wont of where these beauties stay or my beloved, naive although, too can this ache allay kya hi shikar-farebi par maghhrur hai vo sayyad bacha taair udte hava men saare apne asara jaane hai see how the child captor is proud at hoodwinking her prey deems all those birds her prisoners that in the sky array mehr o vafa o lutf-o-inayat ek se vaqif in men nahin aur to sab kuchh tanz o kinaya ramz o ishara jaane hai kindness, faith, favor or mercy none with her agree though she is acquainted with all forms of coquetry kya kya fitne sar par us ke laata hai mashuq apna jis be-dil be-tab-o-tavan ko ishq ka maara jaane hai what forms of mischief on his head does my beloved rain! if someone, frail and wan, she thinks to be a hapless swain rakhnon se divar-e-chaman ke munh ko le hai chhupa ya'ni in surakhon ke tuk rahne ko sau ka nazara jaane hai from the garden wall's recesses she keeps her face away as she believes her charms will then be on public display tishna-e-khun hai apna kitna 'mir' bhi nadan talkhi-kash dam-dar ab-e-teghh ko us ke ab-e-gavara jaane hai how thirsty for his own blood miir that innocent man seems that shimmer of the sharpened sword, sweet water he deems patta patta buta buta haal hamara jaane hai jaane na jaane gul hi na jaane bagh to sara jaane hai only the flower's unaware, rest of the garden knows my state,each leaf and every bud that in the garden grows lagne na de bas ho to us ke gauhar-e-gosh ko baale tak us ko falak chashm-e-mah-o-khur ki putli ka tara jaane hai now if it can, her pearldrops from being strung, it will prevent stars in the eyes of sun and moon they're in heaven's intent aage us mutakabbir ke hum khuda khuda kiya karte hain kab maujud khuda ko wo maghrur-e-khud-ara jaane hai against her supreme arrogance, god's name is no reprieve she, being so vain and self absorbed, in god does not believe aashiq sa to sada koi aur na hoga duniya mein ji ke ziyan ko ishq mein us ke apna wara jaane hai as foolish as a lover in this world there would be none in love although his life's forfeit he thinks that he has won chaaragari bimari-e-dil ki rasm-e-shahr-e-husn nahin warna dilbar-e-nadan bhi is dard ka chaara jaane hai healing hearts is not the wont of where these beauties stay or my beloved, naive although, too can this ache allay kya hi shikar-farebi par maghrur hai wo sayyaad bacha tair udte hawa mein sare apne asara jaane hai see how the child captor is proud at hoodwinking her prey deems all those birds her prisoners that in the sky array mehr o wafa o lutf-o-inayat ek se waqif in mein nahin aur to sab kuchh tanz o kinaya ramz o ishaara jaane hai kindness, faith, favor or mercy none with her agree though she is acquainted with all forms of coquetry kya kya fitne sar par us ke lata hai mashuq apna jis be-dil be-tab-o-tawan ko ishq ka mara jaane hai what forms of mischief on his head does my beloved rain! if someone, frail and wan, she thinks to be a hapless swain rakhnon se diwar-e-chaman ke munh ko le hai chhupa ya'ni in surakhon ke tuk rahne ko sau ka nazara jaane hai from the garden wall's recesses she keeps her face away as she believes her charms will then be on public display tishna-e-khun hai apna kitna 'mir' bhi nadan talkhi-kash dam-dar aab-e-tegh ko us ke aab-e-gawara jaane hai how thirsty for his own blood miir that innocent man seems that shimmer of the sharpened sword, sweet water he deems

hosh walon ko khabar kya be-khudi kya chiz hai ishq kije phir samajhiye zindagi kya chiz hai

main zindagi ka sath nibhata chala gaya

main zindagi ka saath nibhata chala gaya har fikr ko dhuen men udata chala gaya barbadiyon ka sog manana fuzul tha barbadiyon ka jashn manata chala gaya jo mil gaya usi ko muqaddar samajh liya jo kho gaya main us ko bhulata chala gaya ghham aur khushi men farq na mahsus ho jahan main dil ko us maqam pe laata chala gaya main zindagi ka sath nibhata chala gaya har fikr ko dhuen mein udata chala gaya barbaadiyon ka sog manana fuzul tha barbaadiyon ka jashn manata chala gaya jo mil gaya usi ko muqaddar samajh liya jo kho gaya main us ko bhulata chala gaya gham aur khushi mein farq na mahsus ho jahan main dil ko us maqam pe lata chala gaya

ki mere qatl ke ba'd us ne jafa se tauba hae us zud-pashiman ka pashiman hona after she had slain me then from torture she forswore alas! the one now quickly shamed was not so before this couplet highlights the tragic irony of a repentance that comes too late. ghalib mocks the beloved's nature of being 'quick to regret' (zood-pashemaan) because, in this specific instance, the decision to stop being cruel occurred only after the lover had already died from that very cruelty.

ye zulf agar khul ke bikhar jae to achchha

ye zulf agar khul ke bikhar jaae to achchha is raat ki taqdir sanvar jaae to achchha jis tarah se thodi si tire saath kati hai baaqi bhi usi tarah guzar jaae to achchha duniya ki nigahon men bhala kya hai bura kya ye bojh agar dil se utar jaae to achchha vaise to tumhin ne mujhe barbad kiya hai ilzam kisi aur ke sar jaae to achchha ye zulf agar khul ke bikhar jae to achchha is raat ki taqdir sanwar jae to achchha jis tarah se thodi si tere sath kati hai baqi bhi usi tarah guzar jae to achchha duniya ki nigahon mein bhala kya hai bura kya ye bojh agar dil se utar jae to achchha waise to tumhin ne mujhe barbaad kiya hai ilzam kisi aur ke sar jae to achchha

sair kar duniya ki ghafil zindagani phir kahan zindagi gar kuchh rahi to ye jawani phir kahan

lagta nahin hai dil mera ujde dayar mein

lagta nahin hai dil mira ujde dayar men kis ki bani hai alam-e-na-paedar men my heart wanders ill at ease / in this ravaged reign who has found fruition / in transient terrain in hasraton se kah do kahin aur ja basen itni jagah kahan hai dil-e-daghh-dar men tell these woeful wishes to / go elsewhere and remain this heart has little room as it / is scarred and full of pain kanton ko mat nikal chaman se o baghhban ye bhi gulon ke saath pale hain bahar men from throwing throns out of the vale, o gardener, abstain they too grew, along with flowers, during spring's domain bulbul ko baghhban se na sayyad se gila qismat men qaid likkhi thi fasl-e-bahar men neither to the groundsman nor / to hunter does complain for songbird to be caged, in spring, did destiny ordain kitna hai bad-nasib 'zafar' dafn ke liye do gaz zamin bhi na mili ku-e-yar men say how ill-starred is 'zafar', that he could not obtain e'en two yards, to be interred, in his beloved's lane lagta nahin hai dil mera ujde dayar mein kis ki bani hai aalam-e-na-paedar mein my heart wanders ill at ease / in this ravaged reign who has found fruition / in transient terrain in hasraton se kah do kahin aur ja basen itni jagah kahan hai dil-e-dagh-dar mein tell these woeful wishes to / go elsewhere and remain this heart has little room as it / is scarred and full of pain kanton ko mat nikal chaman se o baghban ye bhi gulon ke sath pale hain bahaar mein from throwing throns out of the vale, o gardener, abstain they too grew, along with flowers, during spring's domain bulbul ko baghban se na sayyaad se gila qismat mein qaid likkhi thi fasl-e-bahaar mein neither to the groundsman nor / to hunter does complain for songbird to be caged, in spring, did destiny ordain kitna hai bad-nasib 'zafar' dafn ke liye do gaz zamin bhi na mili ku-e-yar mein say how ill-starred is 'zafar', that he could not obtain e'en two yards, to be interred, in his beloved's lane

sitaron se aage jahan aur bhi hain abhi ishq ke imtihan aur bhi hain the couplet urges the seeker not to stop at visible limits: even the farthest “stars” are not the end. “worlds beyond” symbolizes higher goals and deeper truths still to be reached. the second line frames love as a journey of continual testing—each stage brings new challenges. emotionally, it blends hope with resolve: keep moving forward, keep proving your love.

hazaron khwahishen aisi ki har khwahish pe dam nikle bahut nikle mere arman lekin phir bhi kam nikle i have a thousand yearnings , each one afflicts me so many were fulfilled for sure, not enough although the couplet captures the endlessness of human wanting: desires are so overpowering that each seems life-draining. even when some dreams are fulfilled, satisfaction remains out of reach, because the heart keeps multiplying new demands. the metaphor of “breath leaving” intensifies the emotional weight of longing and exhaustion.

jhuki jhuki si nazar be-qarar hai ki nahin

jhuki jhuki si nazar be-qarar hai ki nahin daba daba sa sahi dil men pyaar hai ki nahin tu apne dil ki javan dhadkanon ko gin ke bata miri tarah tira dil be-qarar hai ki nahin vo pal ki jis men mohabbat javan hoti hai us ek pal ka tujhe intizar hai ki nahin tiri umiid pe thukra raha huun duniya ko tujhe bhi apne pe ye e'tibar hai ki nahin jhuki jhuki si nazar be-qarar hai ki nahin daba daba sa sahi dil mein pyar hai ki nahin tu apne dil ki jawan dhadkanon ko gin ke bata meri tarah tera dil be-qarar hai ki nahin wo pal ki jis mein mohabbat jawan hoti hai us ek pal ka tujhe intizar hai ki nahin teri umid pe thukra raha hun duniya ko tujhe bhi apne pe ye e'tibar hai ki nahin