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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.

ye mujhe chain kyun nahin padta ek hi shakhs tha jahan mein kya

bichhda kuchh is ada se ki rut hi badal gai ek shakhs sare shahr ko viran kar gaya

rahne ko sada dahr mein aata nahin koi tum jaise gae aise bhi jata nahin koi

kahani khatm hui aur aisi khatm hui ki log rone lage taliyan bajate hue

mat sahl hamein jaano phirta hai falak barson tab khak ke parde se insan nikalte hain meer warns against taking a person lightly. “the sky turning for years” suggests long, hidden processes of time and fate, while “the veil of dust” points to humble earthly origins. the couplet says real humanity and excellence are not cheaply made; they are formed slowly through hardship and time. its emotional core is dignity tempered with humility: from dust, but after a long shaping.

maut us ki hai kare jis ka zamana afsos yun to duniya mein sabhi aae hain marne ke liye

jin se mil kar zindagi se ishq ho jae wo log aap ne shayad na dekhe hon magar aise bhi hain

log achchhe hain bahut dil mein utar jate hain ek burai hai to bas ye hai ki mar jate hain

jaane wale kabhi nahin aate jaane walon ki yaad aati hai

teri mahfil se jo nikla to ye manzar dekha mujhe logon ne bulaya mujhe chhu kar dekha

ek suraj tha ki taron ke gharane se utha aankh hairan hai kya shakhs zamane se utha

ek raushan dimagh tha na raha shahar mein ek charagh tha na raha

sab kahan kuchh lala-o-gul mein numayan ho gain khak mein kya suraten hongi ki pinhan ho gain ghalib reflects on the cycle of life and death, suggesting that the beautiful flowers blooming from the earth are actually remnants of beautiful people buried underground. he implies that while we see some beauty manifesting in nature, an infinite number of lovely faces remain lost and concealed within the soil.

uth gai hain samne se kaisi kaisi suraten roiye kis ke liye kis kis ka matam kijiye

ab nahin laut ke aane wala ghar khula chhod ke jaane wala

kal us ki aankh ne kya zinda guftugu ki thi guman tak na hua wo bichhadne wala hai

wo ab wahan hai jahan raste nahin jate main jis ke sath yahan pichhle sal aaya tha

we suraten ilahi kis mulk bastiyan hain ab dekhne ko jin ke aankhen tarastiyan hain

jinhen ab gardish-e-aflak paida kar nahin sakti kuchh aisi hastiyan bhi dafn hain gor-e-ghariban mein

ye hijraten hain zamin o zaman se aage ki jo ja chuka hai use laut kar nahin aana

tumhaari maut ne mara hai jite-ji hum ko hamari jaan bhi goya tumhaari jaan mein thi

wo kya gaya ki har ek shakhs rah gaya tanha usi ke dam se thin baham rifaqaten sari

jhonke nasim-e-khuld ke hone lage nisar jannat ko is gulab ka tha kab se intizar