ragon men daudte phirne ke ham nahin qaail jab aankh hi se na tapka to phir lahu kya hai

merely because it courses through the veins, i'm not convinced if it drips not from one's eyes blood cannot be held true ghalib challenges the biological definition of life, equating true existence with intense passion. he argues that blood is meaningless if it only sustains the body; its true purpose is to express profound grief. unless one feels pain deep enough to cry tears of blood, their internal passion is considered nonexistent.

miri ruuh ki haqiqat mire ansuon se puchho mira majlisi tabassum mira tarjuman nahin hai

roz achchhe nahin lagte aansu khaas mauqon pe maza dete hain

ek aansu ne duboya mujh ko un ki bazm men buund bhar paani se saari aabru paani hui

a single tear caused my fall in her company just a drop of water drowned my dignity the poet laments that a momentary lapse in emotional control, manifested as a single tear, destroyed his dignity in the beloved's assembly. he uses a clever play on the word 'water,' contrasting the physical teardrop with the metaphorical liquefying of his honor, implying that this small sign of weakness completely washed away his social standing.

kya kahun kis tarah se jiita huun ghham ko khata huun aansu piita huun

jo aag lagai thi tum ne us ko to bujhaya ashkon ne jo ashkon ne bhadkai hai us aag ko thanda kaun kare

pahle nahai os men phir ansuon men raat yuun buund buund utri hamare gharon men raat

ashk-e-ghham dida-e-pur-nam se sambhale na gae ye vo bachche hain jo maan baap se paale na gae

kya kahun dida-e-tar ye to mira chehra hai sang kat jaate hain barish ki jahan dhaar gire

itne aansu to na the dida-e-tar ke aage ab to paani hi bhara rahta hai ghar ke aage

thame aansu to phir tum shauq se ghar ko chale jaana kahan jaate ho is tufan men paani zara thahre

aansu hamare gir gae un ki nigah se in motiyon ki ab koi qimat nahin rahi

ankhon tak aa saki na kabhi ansuon ki lahr ye qafila bhi naql-e-makani men kho gaya

ragon men daudte phirne ke ham nahin qaail jab aankh hi se na tapka to phir lahu kya hai

merely because it courses through the veins, i'm not convinced if it drips not from one's eyes blood cannot be held true ghalib challenges the biological definition of life, equating true existence with intense passion. he argues that blood is meaningless if it only sustains the body; its true purpose is to express profound grief. unless one feels pain deep enough to cry tears of blood, their internal passion is considered nonexistent.

miri ruuh ki haqiqat mire ansuon se puchho mira majlisi tabassum mira tarjuman nahin hai

roz achchhe nahin lagte aansu khaas mauqon pe maza dete hain

ek aansu ne duboya mujh ko un ki bazm men buund bhar paani se saari aabru paani hui

a single tear caused my fall in her company just a drop of water drowned my dignity the poet laments that a momentary lapse in emotional control, manifested as a single tear, destroyed his dignity in the beloved's assembly. he uses a clever play on the word 'water,' contrasting the physical teardrop with the metaphorical liquefying of his honor, implying that this small sign of weakness completely washed away his social standing.

us ne chhu kar mujhe patthar se phir insan kiya muddaton baa'd miri ankhon men aansu aae

kya kahun kis tarah se jiita huun ghham ko khata huun aansu piita huun

ghaas men jazb hue honge zamin ke aansu paanv rakhta huun to halki si nami lagti hai

pahle nahai os men phir ansuon men raat yuun buund buund utri hamare gharon men raat

ye aansu be-sabab jaari nahin hai mujhe rone ki bimari nahin hai

kya kahun dida-e-tar ye to mira chehra hai sang kat jaate hain barish ki jahan dhaar gire

hoti hai shaam aankh se aansu ravan hue ye vaqt qaidiyon ki rihai ka vaqt hai

thame aansu to phir tum shauq se ghar ko chale jaana kahan jaate ho is tufan men paani zara thahre

ankhon tak aa saki na kabhi ansuon ki lahr ye qafila bhi naql-e-makani men kho gaya