sherKuch Alfaaz
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 the lover says their survival was tied to the beloved’s promise, but that promise proved false. the sharp paradox is that real trust would have brought such overwhelming relief that the lover would have “died of joy.” the couplet turns faith into a life-support and exposes how betrayal converts hope into bitter self-reproach. love here is shown as suspended between trust and the pain of being deceived.
