hazaron khvahishen aisi ki har khvahish pe dam nikle bahut nikle mire 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.

insan ki khvahishon ki koi intiha nahin do gaz zamin bhi chahiye do gaz kafan ke baad

aghhaz-e-mohabbat ka anjam bas itna hai jab dil men tamanna thi ab dil hi tamanna hai

ganvai kis ki tamanna men zindagi main ne vo kaun hai jise dekha nahin kabhi main ne

agahi karb vafa sabr tamanna ehsas mere hi siine men utre hain ye khanjar saare

tujh se kis tarah main izhar-e-tamanna karta lafz sujha to maani ne baghhavat kar di

tamannaon men uljhaya gaya huun khilaune de ke bahlaya gaya huun

baaqi hai ab bhi tark-e-tamanna ki aarzu kyunkar kahun ki koi tamanna nahin mujhe

main aa gaya huun vahan tak tiri tamanna men jahan se koi bhi imkan-e-vapsi na rahe

aarzu vasl ki rakhti hai pareshan kya kya kya bataun ki mere dil men hai arman kya kya

tamanna tiri hai agar hai tamanna tiri aarzu hai agar aarzu hai

arman vasl ka miri nazron se taad ke pahle hi se vo baith gae munh bigad ke

ham aaj rah-e-tamanna men ji ko haar aae na dard-o-ghham ka bharosa raha na duniya ka

ham na manenge khamoshi hai tamanna ka mizaj haan bhari bazm men vo bol na paai hogi

mire saare badan par duriyon ki khaak bikhri hai tumhare saath mil kar khud ko dhona chahta huun main

ek bhi khvahish ke hathon men na mehndi lag saki mere jazbon men na dulha ban saka ab tak koi

ye iltija dua ye tamanna fuzul hai sukhi nadi ke paas samundar na jaega

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 ghalib sets up a conflict: love requires endurance, yet longing refuses to wait. the speaker feels trapped between the duty to be patient and the nature of desire that keeps agitating the heart. “blood of the liver” is a metaphor for deep, life-draining pain, suggesting that waiting itself becomes a slow bleeding of the self.

dil men vo bhiid hai ki zara bhi nahin jagah aap aaiye magar koi arman nikal ke

yaar pahlu men hai tanhai hai kah do nikle aaj kyuun dil men chhupi baithi hai hasrat meri

my love beside me, solitude, tell them to play a part why do my desires cower hidden in my heart

hazaron khvahishen aisi ki har khvahish pe dam nikle bahut nikle mire 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.

insan ki khvahishon ki koi intiha nahin do gaz zamin bhi chahiye do gaz kafan ke baad

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 ghalib sets up a conflict: love requires endurance, yet longing refuses to wait. the speaker feels trapped between the duty to be patient and the nature of desire that keeps agitating the heart. “blood of the liver” is a metaphor for deep, life-draining pain, suggesting that waiting itself becomes a slow bleeding of the self.

aghhaz-e-mohabbat ka anjam bas itna hai jab dil men tamanna thi ab dil hi tamanna hai

hamari hi tamanna kyuun karo tum tumhari hi tamanna kyuun karen ham

sab khvahishen puuri hon 'faraz' aisa nahin hai jaise kai ashar mukammal nahin hote

tujh se kis tarah main izhar-e-tamanna karta lafz sujha to maani ne baghhavat kar di

khvab, ummid, tamannaen, taalluq, rishte jaan le lete hain akhir ye sahare saare

baaqi hai ab bhi tark-e-tamanna ki aarzu kyunkar kahun ki koi tamanna nahin mujhe

katti hai aarzu ke sahare pe zindagi kaise kahun kisi ki tamanna na chahiye

aarzu vasl ki rakhti hai pareshan kya kya kya bataun ki mere dil men hai arman kya kya

zindagi kya jo basar ho chain se dil men thodi si tamanna chahiye

tamanna tiri hai agar hai tamanna tiri aarzu hai agar aarzu hai

arman vasl ka miri nazron se taad ke pahle hi se vo baith gae munh bigad ke

ham aaj rah-e-tamanna men ji ko haar aae na dard-o-ghham ka bharosa raha na duniya ka

ham na manenge khamoshi hai tamanna ka mizaj haan bhari bazm men vo bol na paai hogi

mire saare badan par duriyon ki khaak bikhri hai tumhare saath mil kar khud ko dhona chahta huun main

yaar pahlu men hai tanhai hai kah do nikle aaj kyuun dil men chhupi baithi hai hasrat meri

my love beside me, solitude, tell them to play a part why do my desires cower hidden in my heart

jiine valon se kaho koi tamanna dhunden ham to asuda-e-manzil hain hamara kya hai

miri hasti hai miri tarz-e-tamanna ai dost khud main fariyad huun meri koi fariyad nahin