Longing
The wanting that outlives its answer.
To begin
Hazaaron aisi ke har khwahish pe dam nikleBahut nikle mere , lekin phir bhi kam nikle
Our Translation
A thousand desires, each one worth dying for.So many were granted, and still it was never enough.
A path to read next
Ye na thi hamaari ke hotaAgar aur jeete rehte yahi hota
Our Translation
It was never in my fortune to be one with the beloved.Had I lived on, there would only have been this same waiting.
Hujoom-e- hai, chamke hai , aur barasta haiNasha hai, taazgi hai, yaar hai, kya kya hain
Our Translation
Clouds throng, the lightning flashes, the rain comes pouring down;there is wine, there is freshness, the beloved is here, what springtimes these are.
-e-yaar mein insaan hoon main ya ki Har baras aa ke rula jaati hai barsaat mujhe
Our Translation
In the beloved's absence, am I a man, or a raincloud myself?Every year the rains return and leave me weeping.
Barsaat ke aate hi na rahi baaqiBaadal jo nazar aaye, badli meri bhi
Our Translation
The rains arrive, and what was left of my repentance is gone;one sight of the gathering clouds, and even my resolve gave way.
ya-rab wo na samjhe hain na samjhenge meri baatde aur dil un ko jo na de mujh ko aur
Our Translation
O Lord, they have not understood, nor will they ever understand what I say,Give them yet another heart, since You will not give me another tongue.