|Jo Ho Ek Baar Wo Har Baar Ho Aisa Nahi Hota;|
Hamesha Ek Hi Se Pyaar Ho Aisa Nahi Hota;
Har Ek Kashti Ka Apna Tazurba Hota Hai Dariya Mein;
Safar Mein Roz Hi Manjhdhar Ho Aisa Nahi Hota!
|Zikar Us Parivash Ka Aur Bayaan Apna;|
Ban Geya Raqeeb Aakhir Tha Jo Raazdaan Apna;
Mai Woh Kyon Bahut Peete Bazm-e-Ghair Mein Ya Rab;
Aaj Hi Hua Manzoor Unko Imtihaan Apna!
Discourse over that ravishment, compounded with my eloquence,
Made a rival out of he, who used to be my confidant.
Oh Lord! Why would they imbibe so much in a stranger's gathering,
The limits of my endurance were put to the test today.
|Zulmat Kade Mein Mere Shab-e-Gham Ka Josh Hai;|
Ek Shamma Hai Daleel-e-Sahar So Khamosh Hai;
Na Muzhda-e-Visaal Na Nazara-e-Jamal;
Muddat Hui Ki Aashti-e-Chashm-o-Ghosh Hai!
The visible darkness of my home is intensified by the night of pain,
The only proof of dawn is but a candle which has already been spent.
There is no word of an encounter, nor the joy of beholding,
For an age now, there has been peace between sight and hearing.
|Taqdeer Ne Jaise Chaha Vaise Dhal Gaye Hum;|
Bahut Sambhal Ke Chale Fir Bhi Fisal Gaye Hum;
Kisi Ne Vishwas Toda Toh Kabhi Kisi Ne Dil;
Aur Logon Ko Lagta Hai Ki Badal Gaye Hum!
|Palkon Mein Aansu Aur Dil Mein Dard Soya Hai;|
Hansne Walon Ko Kya Pata Rone Wala Kis Kadar Roya Hai;
Ye To Bas Wohi Jaan Sakta Hai Meri Is Tanhayi Ka Alam;
Jisne Zindagi Mein Kisi Ko Pane Se Pehle Khoya Hai!
|Haath Khali Hain Tere Shehar Se Jaate Jaate;|
Jaan Hoti To Meri Jaan Lutate Jaate;
Ab To Har Haath Ka Pathar Humein Pehchanta Hai;
Umar Guzri Hai Tere Shehar Mein Aate Jaate!
|Dil Se Na Pucho Ki Ander Dard Kitna Hai;|
Dhadkan Se Na Pucho Ki Baki Khel Kitna Hai;
Puchna Hi Hai To Jalti Hui Laash Se Pucho;
Zindagi Mein Gham Aur Kafan Mein Chain Kitna Hai!
|Ye Kya Jaane Mein Jana Hai, Jaate Ho Khafaa Hokar; |
Main Tab Janu Mere Dil Se Chale Jao Juda Hokar;
Qayamat Tak Udegi Dil Se Uthkar Khaak Aankhon Tak;
Isi Raaste Geya Hai Hasraton Ka Kafila Hokar!
|Kitna Ajeeb Apni Zindagi Ka Yeh Safar Nikla;|
Saare Jahaan Ka Dard Apna Muqaddar Nikla;
Jiske Naam Apni Zindagi Ka Har Lamha Kar Diya;
Afsos Wahi Hamari Chahat Se Bekhabar Nikla!
|Kahun Kis Se Main Ki Kya Hai, Shab-e-Gham Buri Bala Hai;|
Mujhe Kya Bura Tha Marna Agar Ek Baar Hota;
Hue Mar Ke Jo Hum Ruswa, Hue Kyon Na Gharq-e-Dariya;
Na Kabhi Janaza Uthta Na Kahin Mazaar Hota!
To whom can I even explain, the dark night of sepration,
What had I against death if only it did not come again and again.
Being so humiliated in death, why did I not drown instead,
Then there would be no funeral, no one required to mourn at my tomb.