Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Aye Gham-E-Dil Kya Karoo ...?





Shahafi Abbas, Sangeet Ke Sitarey



Aye Gham-E-Dil Kya Karoo ...?

A free flowing translation of the original Marathi article by Madhav Moholkar from his book "Geetyatri" Originally published in the Diwali issue of the journal 'A Ba Ka Da Ee

ऐ ग़म ए दिल क्या करू ... ?

It was only after I stepped into Mumbai city that I truly understood the poem 'Awara' by Majaz. I used to stay in Hotel Majestic, which was located opposite Regal Cinema. And often during those early days in Mumbai, I used to step out for long walks in the evenings. And at every step, I remembered Majaz. Especially, when I strolled from Nariman Point and went along the lights on Marine Drive to Chowpatty.

Majaz would have aimlessly walked around these streets - turning wherever the heart pleased ... in an unfamiliar city of lights and lonely lanes, his sole companion was - a heart overwhelmed with unbearable grief ...

Shahar Ki Raat Aur Main, Naashaad-o-Naakaara Phiroo

Jagmagaati-Jaagati, Sadko Pe Awaara Phiroo

Gair Ki Basti Hain Kab Tak, Dar-Ba-Dar Maara Phiroo

Aye Gham-E-Dil Kya Karoo, Aye Vahshat-E-Dil Kya Karoo ...?

For the metropolis called Mumbai, Marine Drive was The Queen's Necklace. For Majaz it was a sharp, gilt-edged sword which pierced his heart:

Jhilmilaate KumKumonki Raah Mein Zanjeer-see

Raat Ke Haatho Mein Din Ki Mohini Tasveer-See

Mere Seene Par Magar Dehki Huee Shamsheer-see

Aye Gham-E-Dil Kya Karoo, Aye Vahshat-E-Dil Kya Karoo ...?

The night would smile and the house of wine would beckon Majaz. And later he would even get seduced by the charms of some faceless, nameless beauty. And then, there were times when none of that would be possible ... Majaz would then drift to some isolated place ...

Raat Has Has Ke Yeh Kahti Hain Ki Maikhaane Mein Chal

Phir Kisi Shahnaaz-E-Lala-Rukh Ke Kashane Mein Chal

Yeh Nahi Mumkin To Phir Aye Dost, Veerane Mein Chal

Aye Gham-E-Dil Kya Karoo, Aye Vahshat-E-Dil Kya Karoo ...?


Another glittering Mumbai evening ...

The Taj Mahal Hotel ...

And the moon rising behind it ...

Majaz saw the moon differently ... for him ...

the moon was a Mulla's pagdi ...

a grocer's account book ...

the youth of a destitute ...

and the charms of a widow ...

All pale. All dull!


Ek Mahal Ki Aad Se Nikla Woh Peela Mahtab

Jaise Mulla Ka Amama, Jaise Baniye Ki Kitaab

Jaise Mufliss Ki Jawani, Jaise Bewa Ka Shabab

Aye Gham-E-Dil Kya Karoo, Aye Vahshat-E-Dil Kya Karoo ...?

When I first heard the strains of
'Aye Gham-E-Dil Kya Karoo, Aye Vahshat-E-Dil Kya Karoo ...?,

Talat's voice went straight to the heart ...
and Majaz's words found a permanent place.

I was in college then in 1953, and 'Thokar' starring Shammi Kapoor and Shyama had just been released. The music was by Sardar Malik.

And I saw Shammi Kapoor walking down the streets singing ...
Aye Gham-E-Dil Kya Karoo, Aye Vahshat-E-Dil Kya Karoo ...?

The pathos of Majaz and my youthful heart ...
the combination was potent and I was hooked ...
by Aye Gham-E-Dil Kya Karoo, Aye Vahshat-E-Dil Kya Karoo ...?

I tried to find out more about Majaz and discovered that he was not a lyricist but a renowned poet in Urdu literary circles. And Aye Gham-E-Dil Kya Karoo, Aye Vahshat-E-Dil Kya Karoo ...? was not a song but two verses from his poem 'Awara' strung into a song.

I immediately got a friend to write out the complete poem for me. After that for many, many days and over long, long nights - I was only reading the poem ... again and again, enjoying it more and more, feeling it intensely and also trying to understand it.

And the Talat magic was now also at work ... the musings of a Sufi mystic and the reverie of the beloved ... had merged!

Yeh Rupahli Chhav, Yeh Aakash Par Taaronka Jaal

Jaise Sufi Ka Tasavvur, Jaise Aashiq Ka Khayal

Aah Lekin Kaun Samjhe, Kaun Jaane Jee Ka Haal

Aye Gham-E-Dil Kya Karoo, Aye Vahshat-E-Dil Kya Karoo ...?

And then Majaz expressed the very quintessence of all his life and persona ...

In lines which almost shriek with helplessness ...

Raaste Mein Ruk ke Dum Loo, Yeh Meri Aadat Nahi

Lautkar Vaapas Chala Jaoo, Yeh Meri Fitrat Nahi

Aur Koi Humnawa Mil Jaaye, Yeh Kismat Nahi

Aye Gham-E-Dil Kya Karoo, Aye Vahshat-E-Dil Kya Karoo ...?

For me to take a breather ... that is not my habit.

To retrace my steps ... that is not my nature.

To get a companion or a co-traveller ... that is not my destiny

Aye Gham-E-Dil Kya Karoo, Aye Vahshat-E-Dil Kya Karoo ...?

For the next six years, Talat's strains became my soul companions. Only in 1959, did I realize that every note of Talat had Majaz's very soul enveloped in it.

A friend, Nishikant Thakar, gifted me Majaz's collection of poems. I wonder how, but somehow I had realized by then, that Majaz had written 'Awara' in Mumbai and written it with tremendous anguish about the city. But I had not seen Mumbai till then and the poem did not make the kind of impact ... which it did after I experienced Majaz's metropolis.

And then I found another astonishing aspect. I was attending the 1957 Sahitya Sammelan in Aurangabad. One of those evenings, I saw Pyaasa. And the film left its spell on me ... to the extent that I saw it for four consecutive days, at times, even bunking the literary sessions! From the moment, I saw Pyaasa, till I got

Majaz's book, I used to believe that every line in Pyaasa was Sahir's work. But when I read Majaz's book, the feeling of deja vu kept occuring ... the heart averred that I had 'heard' these lines somewhere.

And then once at midnight, the lines crashed through my deep sleep and it suddenly struck me - Pyaasa! The Jaane Woh Kaise Log The Jinke ... sequence ... YES!

The affluent publisher Ghosh has hosted a party. Many renowned poets are present at the evidently highbrow event. Vijay the poet is the 'naukar'. And Mrs. Ghosh is Vijay's former love. She is about to serve spirits to the guests when Ghosh ticks her off ... "Naukronke Hote Hue Tum Kyon Taqleef karti Ho Dear? Vijay, Sochte Kya Ho ... Jaam Do ..."

And one shaayar presents his ghazal ...

Roodaad-E-Gham-E-Ulfat Unse, Hum Kya Kehte, Kyonkar Kahate?

Ek Harf Na Nikla Hotho Se Aur Aankh Mein Aansoo Aa Bhi Gaye ...

Uss Mehfil-E-Kaifi-Masti Mein, Uss Anjuman-E-Irfani Mein

Sab Jaam-Ba-Kuff Baithe Hi Rahe, Hum Pee Bhi Gaye - Chalka Bhi Gaye ...

How can I relate this tale of a lost love? What could I say?

Not a word escaped the lips, and the eye was full with tears ...

In the mehfil of of joy and frolic, the erudite, merely sat with their goblets ...

But the wine - I drank ... and my goblet was also overflowing ...

The story of unexpressed love was none other than Majaz's ... not just Sahir's. And may be the saga of every poet in this world.

A senior poet then presents his sher ...

Kaam Aakhir Jazba-E-Beikhtiar Aa Hi Gaya

Dil Kuch Iss Surat Se Tadpa Unko Pyar Aa Hi Gaya ...

Vijay hears this and his feelings find their way in ...

Jaane Woh Kaise, Log The Jinke, Pyar Ko Pyar Mila ...

Clearly, Majaz belonged to the line of poets who got only sorrow in return for their love.

Actually, any girl would have been swept off her feet by Majaz who was a handsome and sensitive man, as well as a poet!

Ismat Chugtai once stated that there was a time when the girls in Aligarh Muslim College threw lots with Majaz's name on their chits. His poems were under their pillows - they often swore that if nothing worked out, they would name their sons Majaz.

Amidst the tinkling bangles, girly giggles & flying dupattas - wafted Majaz's poems! Nothing but Majaz was on the girl's minds! And they also had questions galore - what does Majaz do, where does Majaz live, is Majaz involved with some girl?

These were Majaz's college days as he completed his B.A. in Aligarh Muslim University. After college, Majaz came to Delhi in 1936 and worked with All India Radio as Editor of their journal, which Majaz had christened 'Aawaaz'.

In Delhi, Majaz fell in love. And as the story goes, he was jolted in love.

Nobody really knows what happened in Delhi - it is said that a beautiful woman from Delhi's highbrow circles had found a special place in Majaz's tender heart. And that she was already married. But Majaz's heart was shattered. He left Delhi and carried those broken splinters back to Lucknow.

Rukhsat-E-Delhi Teri Mehfil Se Ab Jaata Hoon Main

Nauhagar Jaata Hoon, Nala-E-Lub Jaata Hoon Main

And after that Majaz seems to have entirely lost his balance - there was no limit to his drinking.

In 1940, he got his first nervous breakdown. He used to repeatedly say "One girl wants to marry me. But my rival is constantly threatening to poison me." Majaz's parents tried all kinds of treatments and managed to somehow restore a sense of balance. And they thought of the remedy that parents would normally think of. Find a girl and get Majaz to settle down. But now the world looked at Majaz differently. He had acquired a reputation of not being 'sane'. The world now saw his shortcomings.

The girls who were once his greatest admirers, were now terrified by the prospect of a lunatic.

But for the sake of his parents and his sisters, Majaz had consciously decided to behave 'normally.' One of Majaz's sisters - Safiya was married to Jaan Nisaar Akhtar, the lyricist and poet and father of Javed Akhtar.

For some time, Majaz worked with the 'Bombay Information Bureau.' He later enrolled for a degree in Law at the Lucknow University. With Sibt-E-Hassan and Ali Sardar Jafri, he also worked on a periodical 'Naya Adab'. He then joined Delhi's Harding's Library as Assistant Librarian. His parents found a girl for him and just when everyone thought that Majaz was about to tie the knot, the girl's father who was a Government Servant, turned down the proposal.

That struck another blow! And in 1945, Majaz again lost his mental balance. He used to go around talking about his greatness - a megalomania of sorts ... he would make a list of great poets and after Ghalib and Iqbal, he would put the name Asraar Ul Haq Majaz ...

His family left no stone unturned and with all kinds of medical attention, Majaz recovered.

But he found life to be futile and could never overcome his loneliness. He tried but could never lead a life like the ordinary folk around him and he spent the rest of his life immersed in alcohol. He drowned all the bitterness in the bottle ... till the end of his life.

Ham Maikade Ki Raah Se Hokar Guzar Gaye

Varna Safar Hayaat Ka Behad Taveel Tha ...

"Majaz had gone insane twice - he is drunk all the time and wanders aimlessly." Sahir Ludhianvi introduced Majaz in this fashion in the journal 'Savera' published from Lahore. Majaz was terribly hurt.

He responded like a true poet ...

Kuch To Hain Mohabbat Mein Junoon Ka Asar

Aur Kuch Log Bhi Deewana Bana Dete Hain!

One goes nuts in love and often some people also drive you so ...
But Sahir loved Majaz and both were true friends.

When everyone around taunted Majaz about his drinking, Majaz was quick to lash out ...

Main Sharaab Peeta Hoon

Tum Kya Peete Ho? Aadmi Ka Khoon?

Sahir could never forget these lines. In fact, he wanted to make a movie on Majaz's life. He could not make the film but he made a Rafi song out of these lines in Naya Raasta which was tuned by N.Datta ...

Maine Pee Sharaab,

Tune Kya Peeya? Aadmi Ka Khoon?

Majaz & Sahir came to Mumbai to try their hand in films. An acquaintance fixed an an appointment for them with the Producer- Director P.N.Arora, who was in the proces of making a film called Hoor-E-Arab (The Arabian Beauty).

It was a boiling hot, summer afternoon and Arora kept the poets waiting on a bench outside his air-conditioned cabin. Helen who was then Arora's paramour entered the cabin. And the chances of the duo meeting Arora were getting slimmer as they waited. Majaz was extremely upset by the heat and this treatment. The acquaintance, who had lined up the appointment appeared and said ... "Aadaab Arz Hain Sahir Sahab! Aadaab Arz Hain Majaz Sahab !
Hoor-E-Arab Ke Gaanonki Kuch Baat Huee?"

"Jee Abhi Tak To Nahi" said Sahir.

"Kyon?" the acquaintance enquired.

"Kyonki", Majaz retorted wiping his brow, "Hoor to kab se andar hain, aur hum to bahar Arab mein baithe hain!"

The pun and the repartee was indeed Majaz's forte.

The famed, revolutionary poet Josh Malihabaadi recounts this anecdote in his autobiography "Yaadon Ki Baraat" which was banned by the Government of Pakistan. He once advised Majaz on drinking.

"Dekho Majaz, Sharaab peene ka sahi tareeqa yeh hain, ki aahista, aahista pee jaaye. Main bees minute mein ek peg khatam karta hoon. Aur hamesha ghadi saamne rakhkar peeta hoon. Tum Bhi ghadi saamne rakhkar peeya karo !"

"Ghadi Rakhkar?" Majaz was sceptical, "Mera Bus Chale to Main GhadAA rakhkar Peeya Karoo !"

Like Majaz was upset with Sahir, he was also irked by Josh. Majaz had been discharged froom the mental hospital and though he looked normal, he was not entirely cured of his ailment. Josh did not know this. Majaz once called the Commissioner of Delhi and asked him for one hundred rupees. When Josh heard this, he pulled up Majaz and remarked that with this action of Majaz - the very dignity of poetry had bitten the dust.

Majaz did not say a word but quietly wrote ...

Jo Guzarti Hain Kalb-E-Shaayar Par

Shaayar-E-Inquilaab Kya Jaane ...

What would the revolutionary poet know

about the tender heart of a romantic poet!

Basically, Majaz was an extremely sensitive, romantic poet. From the beginning he had a tremendous attraction for love and beauty. Even as a child, if a beautiful lady visited his home, Majaz would forget everything else and gaze at her for hours! Though Majaz's poetry flowered under the guidance of 'Jazbi' and Phaani' - he had a particularly soft corner for the romantic poet who wrote "Aye Ishq Hame Barbaad Na Kar" - Akhtar Shirani.

The Urdu writer Prakash Pandit remembers a touching incident about this. After the Indo- Pak partition in 1948, Sahir and Pandit had started an Urdu journal 'Shahraah' in Delhi. They had just found a new home in a Muslim basti of Delhi. The situation was rife with communal tension at that time so both were quietly shifting to their new home in the night. Sahir was shifting their belongings inside the house and Prakash was staying guard outside.

Suddenly a good looking man with sharp features came staggering along, very obviously drunk and he kept muttering ... "Akhtar Shirani Mar Gaya ... Tu Urdu Ka Bahut Bada Shaayar Tha ... Bahut Bada" he kept repeating these lines with agitated gestures ... Prakash was a little unnerved ... Josh Malihabadi who also lived in the same neighbourhood came along and recognized Prakash ... Josh immediately said ... "Inhe Samhalo Prakash ... Yeh Majaz Hain."

Prakash Pandit saw the creator of Aye Gham-E-Dil Kya Karoo in such circumstances ... as Majaz grieved over the passing away of Akhtar Shirani ...

Actually Akhtar Shirani and Majaz had many aspects in common. The poetry of both had the pathos of a directionless life as their central theme. And of course there was liquor. And yet another was - the beloved. Shirani wrtote about Salma or Azra whereas Majaz wrote about his 'Zohra-Jabee' These names were similar to the names of their real loves.

In real terms, although Majaz adored Akhtar Shirani, he had gone far ahead of Shirani as a poet. Although Majaz too wrote about Love and Beauty, his poems always

retained a a social consciousness. Instead of fantasizing a world of Love and Beauty somewhere else, Majaz rebelled against the customs and traditions which constrained these emotions. Although helpless himself, he always wrote against the shackles of the religious establishment.

Yeh Majboori Si Majboori, Yeh Laachari Si Laachari

Ki Uske Geet Bhi, Jee Kholkar Main Gaa Na Saka

Hade Woh Kheech Rakhi Hain, Haram Ke Pasbaanone

Ki Bin Mujrim Bane Paigaam Bhi Pahuncha Na Saka

Despite Love being his central theme, Majaz expressed his anger against social injustice with such a force that a senior Urdu poet and critic Asar Lucknawi observed, "A Keats was born in Urdu poetry too, but he was devoured by the conservative wolves."

Although he was a romantic like Keats, Majaz had looked at his own personal highs and lows with a social perspective. No poet can remain airborne for too long and at some stage gets his feet on the ground. Majaz had introduced this progressive approach way before the Progressive Writers Association was formed.

Khoob Pahchaan Lo Asraar Hoon Main

Jin Se Ulfat Ka Talabgaar Hoon Main

Khwaab-E-Ishrat Mein hain Arbab-E-Khirad

Aur Ek Shaayar-E-Bedaar Hoon Main

Aib Jo Haafeez-O-Khayyam Mein Tha

Haan Kuch Uska Bhi Gunhegaar Hoon Main

Hoor-O-Gil Ma Ka Yaha Zikr Nahi

Nau-E-Insaan Ka Parastaar Hoon Main

My name is Asraar (Asraar Ul Haq was Majaz's true name)

I am in search of love.

All intellectuals are dreaming. Asleep.

I am awake. And I am a poet.

Haafiz and Khayyam paid tributes to Beauty and Wine.

I too am a little guilty of that crime.

You will not find heavenly damsels and angels

In my writings ...

Because I am a worshipper of humanity ...

Majaz's writings always had a progressive strain. It was never propaganda, but was a statement of his own experience of it. And hence the progressive line of thought finds an extremely sensitive & artistic expression in his work.

In the preface to Majaz's 'Aahang', the famous progressive poet Faiz Ahmed Faiz wrote "Majaz never beat the drums of revolution, he hummed revolutions!" Almost unknowingly, Majaz had imbibed the progressive thought and that manifested in his work.

In Awara (1937), he wrote ...

Mufalissi Aur Yeh Majahir Hain Nazar Ke Saamne

Sekdo Sultan-E-Jaabir Hain Nazar Ke Saamne

Sekdo Changez-O-Nadir Hain Nazar Ke Saamne

Aye Gham-E-Dil Kya Karoo, Aye Vahshat-E-Dil Kya Karoo ...?

Majaz did not lament his own individual helplessness, but also those of a society, of his times. And to forget all these sorrows, Majaz had drowned them in alcohol. Neither did he eat or sleep. He only wanted the bottle.

The highbrow and the affluent, pandered only to this need of Majaz. Many a glittering party and mehfil saw a Majaz drowning himself in spirits, as he sang the agonies of his heart. To the rich audiences, this was entertainment. When he tired or fell unconscious, these so called bigwigs got their drivers to drop him off. Or lock him away in a secluded room in their mansions.

After his second nervous breakdown, Majaz was treated with great difficulty in the mental hospital at Ranchi. But Majaz did not change one bit after he was released.

And then came yet another evening. Another mehfil - when Majaz drank away. When he fell unconscious, his friends left him behind in the bar. (Apparently, one of them was Jalal Malihabadi who wrote Mujhe Kisise Pyar Ho Gaya in Barsaat).

Only God knows how the helpless Majaz, spent the freezing night, all alone.

The next day on December 15, 1955, he was taken to hospital ... where a nerve snapped and everything was over ...

I read about Majaz's tragic end about four years later ...
And I felt sad - as if he had just passed away ...
However, Majaz had told his friends long back ...

Mere Barbaadiyon Ka Hamnasheenon

Tumhe Kya, Khud Mujhe Bhi Gham Nahi Hain ... !

For many days after that, I remembered many of Majaz's lines ...

'Ab Tum mere Paas Aayee Ho, To Kyon Aayee Ho?'

'Mujhe Jaana Hain Ek Din Tere Bazm-E-Naaz Se Aakhir'

'Bataoon Kya Tujhe Aye Hamnasheen! Kisse Mohabbat Hain?'

'Rukhsat Aye Humsafari! Shahr-E-Nigar Aa Hi Gaya'

Majaz had broken the strings of existence but his voice still reverberated ... somewhere deep down in the heart ...

Chhup Gaye Woh Saaz-E-Hasti Chhedkar

Ab To Bas Aawaaz hi Aawaaz Hain ...

Much later, while reading Kamleshwar's 'Dak Bangla' my mind again flashed back to Majaz.
The character - Ira describes one Hemendra Batra. He looks fierce almost scary but once he is drunk he oozes humility. His dignity and innocence manifested only when drunk. And in his collection of Western pop songs, there was but one exception ... one Hindustani record ...

Aye Gham-E-Dil Kya Karoo, Aye Vahshat-E-Dil Kya Karoo ...?

Ira recalls Hemendra's life ... of how he used to get agitated and pace up and down his room listening to those lines ...

Gair Ki Basti Hain Kab Tak Dar-Ba-Dar Phiroo ...

Gair Ki Basti Hain ...

And throughout her life, Ira recalls these lines and finds newer meanings at every turn ...

Just the other day at Bhulabhai Desai auditorium, a program was held in Faiz Ahmed Faiz's honour. And as Ali Sardar Jafri spoke, he remembered Majaz and was visibly moved.
He fondly remembered ... one late night, in Lucknow after a mehfil ... Majaz, Faiz, Jazbi and Jafri strolled across to the terrace of Moti Mahal ... on the banks of Gomti.

The mehfil came alive again ... And Majaz for the first time recited Awara ...

And he expressed his feelings so poignantly in ...

Aye Gham-E-Dil Kya Karoo, Aye Vahshat-E-Dil Kya Karoo ...?

that a resounding "Wah Wah" echoed from across the Gomti!

This could only happen in Lucknow, mused Jafri with tears in his eyes.

Even Shailendra had recorded in his diary ... Of a drunk Majaz, and how he had poured his life into every line as he sang ...

Aye Gham-E-Dil Kya Karoo, Aye Vahshat-E-Dil Kya Karoo ...?

I once narrated all this to Talat Mahmood.

He grew restless and started recalling Majaz's days in Lucknow ...
and unknowingly slipped into the song ...

Raaste Mein Ruk ke Dum Loo, Yeh Meri Aadat Nahi

Lautkar Vaapas Chala Jaoo, Yeh Meri Fitrat Nahi

And Talat paused ... when he hummed the line ...

Aur Koi Humnawa Mil Jaaye, Yeh Kismat Nahi

to exclaim "Wah Majaz!"

A moment later, Talat was simply overwhelmed, when I remarked ...

Saari Mehfil Jispe Jhoom Uthi 'Majaz'

Woh To Aawaaz-E-Shikast-E-Saaz Hain ...


The mehfil had applauded with joy ...

To the sounds of the string - which had just snapped ...

(End of translation)

A brief bio of Majaz picked up from the net ...

Majaz Lucknawi

Born 1909. Rudauli. Barabanki District Uttar Pradesh,

Real name : Asrar ul Haq.

He regarded Faani Badayuni, Jazbi and Akhtar Shirani as his ustaad's.

Shab-e-taab, Aahang, Saaz-e-nau & Awara are his major writings.

Majaz passed away on 5th December 1955 in Lucknow.

Aawara - Majaz

Shaher ki raat aur main naashaad-o-nakaraa phiru

Jagmagaati jaagati sadakon pe avaara phiru

Gair ki basti hai kab tak dar badar mara phiru

Ai Gam-e-dil kyaa karu, Ai vehshat-e-dil kyaa karu.


Jhilmilate qumqumon ki raah mein zanjeer si

Raat ke haathon mein din ki mohani tasveer si

Mere seene par magar chalati hui shamasheer si

Ai Gam-e-dil kyaa karu, Ai vahashat-e-dil kyaa karu


Ye rupahali chhaaon ye aakaash par taaron ka jaal

Jaise sufi ka tasavvur jaise aashiq ka Khayaal

Aah lekin kaun jaane kaun samajhe ji kaa haal

Ai Gam-e-dil kyaa karu, Ai vehshat-e-dil kyaa karu


Phir vo Toota ik sitara phir vo chuyi phuljhadi

Jaane kis ki god mein aaye ye moti ki ladi

Hounk si seene mein uthi chot si dil par padi

Ai Gam-e-dil kyaa karu, Ai vehshat-e-dil kyaa karu


Raat hans hans kar ye kehti hai ke maikhane mein chal

Phir kisi shahnaaz-e-laalaarukh ke kaashaane mein chal

ye nahin mumkin to phir ai dost viraane mein chal

Ai Gam-e-dil kyaa karu, Ai vehshat-e-dil kyaa karu


Har taraf bikhri hui rangeeniya ranaiya

Har qadam par isharaten leti hui angdaiyan

Badh rahi hai god phailaaye hui rusavaiyan

Ai Gam-e-dil kyaa karu, Ai vehshat-e-dil kyaa karu


Raaste mein ruk ke dam le lun meri aadat nahi

LauT kar vaapas chalaa jaau meri fitrat nahi

Aur koi hamnava mil jaaye ye qismat nahin

Ai Gam-e-dil kyaa karu, Ai vehshat-e-dil kyaa karu


Muntazir hai ek tufaan-e-bala mere liye

Ab bhi jaane kitne darvaaze hai vaha mere liye

Par musibat hai mera ahed-e-vafa mere liye

Ai Gam-e-dil kyaa karu, Ai vehshat-e-dil kyaa karu


Ji mein aata hai ki ab ahed-e-vafa bhi tod du

Un ko pa sakta hu main ye aasara bhi chod du

Haan munasib hai ye zanjeer-e-hava bhi tod du

Ai Gam-e-dil kyaa karu, Ai vehshat-e-dil kyaa karu


Ek mahal ki aaa se nikala vo pila mahtaab

Jaise mullah ka amamaa jaise baniye ki kitaab

Jaise muflis ki javani jaise bevaa ka shabaab

Ai Gam-e-dil kyaa karu, Ai vehshat-e-dil kyaa karu


Dil me ek shola bhadak uthaa hai aakhir kya karu

Meraa paimana chalak uthaa hai aakhir kya karu

Zakhm seene ka mahek uthaa hai aakhir kya karu

Ai Gam-e-dil kyaa karu, Ai vehshat-e-dil kyaa karu


Muflisi aur ye mazahir hain nazar ke saamane

Saikdon changez-o-naadir hain nazar ke saamane

Saikdon sultan jabar hain nazar ke saamane

Ai Gam-e-dil kyaa karu, Ai vehshat-e-dil kyaa karu


Le ke ek changez ke haathon se khanjar tod du

Taaj par us ke damakata hai jo patthar tod du

Koi tode ya na tode main hi badhkar tod duu

Ai Gam-e-dil kyaa karu, Ai vehshat-e-dil kyaa karu


Badh ke is indar-sabhaa kaa saaz-o-saamaan phunk du

Is ka gulshan phunk du, us ka shabistan phuk du

Takht-e-sultan kya, main saaraa qasr-e-sultan phunk du

Ai Gam-e-dil kyaa karu, Ai vehshat-e-dil kyaa karu


Ji mein aataa hai ye murdaa chaand-taare noch lu

Is kinaare noch lun aur us kinaare noch lu

Ek do ka zikr kya, saare ke saare noch lu

Ai Gam-e-dil kyaa karu, Ai vehshat-e-dil kyaa karu!