New Composition: 21026 - Tere Ishq Ki Inteha by Allama Iqbal
tere ishq kii intahaa chaahataa huu.N
merii saadagii dekh kyaa chaahataa huu.N
merii saadagii dekh kyaa chaahataa huu.N
sitam ho ki ho vaadaa-e-behijaabii
ko_ii baat sabr-aazamaa chaahataa huu.N
ko_ii baat sabr-aazamaa chaahataa huu.N
ye jannat mubaarak rahe zaahido.n ko
ki mai.n aap kaa saamanaa chaahataa huu.N
ki mai.n aap kaa saamanaa chaahataa huu.N
zara sa to dil huu.N magar shaukh itnaa
wohi Lan-Tarani sunna chaahataa huu.N
wohi Lan-Tarani sunna chaahataa huu.N
ko_ii dam kaa mehamaa.N huu.N ai ahal-e-mahafil
chiraaG-e-sahar huu.N, bujhaa chaahataa huu.N
chiraaG-e-sahar huu.N, bujhaa chaahataa huu.N
bharii bazm me.n raaz kii baat kah dii
ba.Daa be-adab huu.N, sazaa chaahataa huu.N
ba.Daa be-adab huu.N, sazaa chaahataa huu.N
(this last sher was sent by Bhagat Singh to his brother from jail)
I want to have the extremes of your Love,
See, how silly am I, wishing for unachievable.
I don’t care if you maltreat me or promise to unveil your beauty,
I just want something unbearable to test my fortitude
Let the God fearing people be dwelling in the paradise,
For, instead I want to be face to face with you.
( I don’t want to go to paradise but want to observe the Divine Beauty)
O fellows, I am here for a few moments, as a gust,
Like morning star I will fade and vanish in a few moments.
I disclosed the secret in public,
I need to be punished for being so rude.
Another Translation:
For thy love to cross all extremes, I desire…
Observe, what in my modest dreams, I desire.
Observe, what in my modest dreams, I desire.
Whether a cruelty or your countenance, I deserve…
Mere an excuse to test my seams, I desire.
Mere an excuse to test my seams, I desire.
Blessed be the paradise, for those who seek it,
To come affront you, mere for your gleams, I desire.
To come affront you, mere for your gleams, I desire.
Such a little heart I’m, yet with a passion ceaseless,
To meet a source supreme behind beams, I desire.
To meet a source supreme behind beams, I desire.
Just a gust of a passing wind I am, Oh people…
To merge with an ocean, like streams, I desire.
To merge with an ocean, like streams, I desire.
In a gathering full, I uttered the secret aloud…
For ill-manners, a punishment, it seems, I desire.
For ill-manners, a punishment, it seems, I desire.
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