Lyrics.
Kabhi neki bhi uske jee mein gar aa jaaye hai mujh se
Jafaayen kar ke apni yaad sharmaa jaaye hai mujh se
Khudayaa, jazba-e-dil ki magar taaseer ulti hai
Ke jitna khinchtaa hun aur khinchtaa jaaye hai mujh se
Wo bad-khu aur meri dastaan-e-ishq tulaani
Ibaarat mukhtasar, qaasid bhi ghabraa jaaye hai mujh se
Udhar wo bad-gumaani hai, idhar ye naatuvani hai
Na puchhaa jaaye hai us se, na bolaa jaaye hai mujh se
Sambhalne de mujhe ai na-ummidi kya qayamat hai
Ki daaman-e-khayaal-e-yaar chhuta jaaye hai mujh se
Takalluf bar-taraf nazzargi main bhi sahi lekin
Wo dekha jaaye kab ye zulm dekhaa jaaye hai mujh se
Hue hain paanv hi pahle nabard-e-ishq mein zakhmi
Na bhaga jaaye hai mujh se Na Thhahraa jaaye hai mujh se
Qayaamat hai ki hove muddai kaa ham-safar Ghalib
Wo qaafir jo khudaa ko bhi na saunpaa jaaye hai mujh se
कभी नेकी भी उस के जी में गर आ जाये है मुझ से
जफायें कर के अपनी याद शर्मा जाये है मुझ से
खुदाया, जज़्बा-ऐ-दिल की मगर तासीर उल्टी है
के जितना खींचता हूँ और खिंचता जाये है मुझ से
वो बद-खू और मेरी दास्तान-ऐ-इश्क तूलानी
इबारत मुख्तसर, क़ासिद भी घबरा जाये है मुझ से
उधर वो बद-गुमानी है, इधर ये नातुवानी है
ना पूछा जाये है उस से, ना बोला जाये है मुझ से
संभलने दे मुझे ऐ ना-उम्मीदी क्या क़यामत है
कि दामन-ऐ-ख़याल-ऐ-यार छूटा जाये है मुझ से
तकल्लुफ़ बर-तरफ़ नज्ज़ारगी मैं भी सही लेकिन
वो देखा जाये कब ये ज़ुल्म देखा जाये है मुझ से
हुए हैं पाँव ही पहले नबर्द-ऐ-इश्क में ज़ख्मी
ना भागा जाये है मुझ से ना ठहरा जाये है मुझ से
क़यामत है कि होवे मुद्दई का हम-सफर गालिब
वो क़ाफिर जो खुदा को भी ना सौंपा जाये है मुझ से
Lyrics: Mirza Ghalib.
Music: Tasadduq Hussain
Singer: Noor Jehan
Movie: Ghalib 1961
Translation
Even if anytime kindness comes to her mind for me.
She'd remember her tortures and shy away from me.
O' God, the aftermath of passion, of the heart is antagonistic.
The more I pull, the more it gets pulled away from me.
She's ill-tempered-impatient and my love-story is too lengthy.
Explaining briefly, even the messenger turns impatient to hear from me.
There lies dubiety, here lies inability.
Neither she could ask nor speech can be delivered from me.
O' allow me to hold on for what disaster is despair!
That the raiment of love of my beloved is slipping away from me.
Frankly speaking, I am also a mere spectator (of her beauty)
She wishes to see, how could I see her seeing away from me.
The feet are already wounded in the battle of love.
I cannot run away and the power to stand still am gone from me.
What a disaster that the enemy becomes the co-traveler.
An infidel who cannot be tendered even to god as offerings from me.
© Translation in English by Deepankar Choudhury.
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