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

اور بھی دکھ ہیں زمانے میں محبت کے سوا راحتیں اور بھی ہیں وصل کی راحت کے سوا

وہ افسانہ جسے انجام تک لانا نہ ہو ممکن اسے اک خوبصورت موڑ دے کر چھوڑنا اچھا

میں اکیلا ہی چلا تھا جانب منزل مگر لوگ ساتھ آتے گئے اور کارواں بنتا گیا

اجالے اپنی یادوں کے ہمارے ساتھ رہنے دو نہ جانے کس گلی میں زندگی کی شام ہو جائے

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

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

خودی کو کر بلند اتنا کہ ہر تقدیر سے پہلے خدا بندے سے خود پوچھے بتا تیری رضا کیا ہے

یہ عشق نہیں آساں اتنا ہی سمجھ لیجے اک آگ کا دریا ہے اور ڈوب کے جانا ہے

عمر دراز مانگ کے لائی تھی چار دن دو آرزو میں کٹ گئے دو انتظار میں

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

سیر کر دنیا کی غافل زندگانی پھر کہاں زندگی گر کچھ رہی تو یہ جوانی پھر کہاں

ہم کو معلوم ہے جنت کی حقیقت لیکن دل کے خوش رکھنے کو غالبؔ یہ خیال اچھا ہے

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

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?

ہزاروں سال نرگس اپنی بے نوری پہ روتی ہے بڑی مشکل سے ہوتا ہے چمن میں دیدہ ور پیدا

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

کی مرے قتل کے بعد اس نے جفا سے توبہ ہائے اس زود پشیماں کا پشیماں ہونا

ستاروں سے آگے جہاں اور بھی ہیں ابھی عشق کے امتحاں اور بھی ہیں

ہزاروں خواہشیں ایسی کہ ہر خواہش پہ دم نکلے بہت نکلے مرے ارمان لیکن پھر بھی کم نکلے

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

اور بھی دکھ ہیں زمانے میں محبت کے سوا راحتیں اور بھی ہیں وصل کی راحت کے سوا

ہم کو معلوم ہے جنت کی حقیقت لیکن دل کے خوش رکھنے کو غالبؔ یہ خیال اچھا ہے

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

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

میں اکیلا ہی چلا تھا جانب منزل مگر لوگ ساتھ آتے گئے اور کارواں بنتا گیا

اجالے اپنی یادوں کے ہمارے ساتھ رہنے دو نہ جانے کس گلی میں زندگی کی شام ہو جائے

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

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

خودی کو کر بلند اتنا کہ ہر تقدیر سے پہلے خدا بندے سے خود پوچھے بتا تیری رضا کیا ہے

یہ عشق نہیں آساں اتنا ہی سمجھ لیجے اک آگ کا دریا ہے اور ڈوب کے جانا ہے

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?

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

ہزاروں سال نرگس اپنی بے نوری پہ روتی ہے بڑی مشکل سے ہوتا ہے چمن میں دیدہ ور پیدا

ہوش والوں کو خبر کیا بے خودی کیا چیز ہے عشق کیجے پھر سمجھئے زندگی کیا چیز ہے

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

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

سیر کر دنیا کی غافل زندگانی پھر کہاں زندگی گر کچھ رہی تو یہ جوانی پھر کہاں

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ہزاروں خواہشیں ایسی کہ ہر خواہش پہ دم نکلے بہت نکلے مرے ارمان لیکن پھر بھی کم نکلے