Nagri nagri phira musafir ghar ka rasta bhool gaya
Kya hai tera kya hai mera, apna paraaya bhool gaya

From town to town the traveller wandered until he forgot the way home — what is yours, what is mine, he forgot friend from stranger. (Meera Ji)

Ab ye bhi nahin Theek ke har dard miTa dein
Kuchh dard kaleje se lagaane ke liye hain

It isn't right to erase every pain, either — some sorrows are meant to be held close to the heart. (Jaan Nisar Akhtar)

Kyun hijr ke shikwe karta hai, kyun dard ke rone rota hai
Ab ishq kiya to sabr bhi kar, is mein to yehi kuchh hota hai

Why complain of separation, why weep the laments of pain? Now that you have loved, endure it too — this is just how love goes. (Hafeez Jalandhari)

Ye kya tilism hai kyun raat bhar siskta hoon
Woh kaun hai jo diyon mein jala raha hai mujhe

What spell is this, that I sob the whole night through? Who is it that burns me, like oil in the lamps? (Saqi Farooqi)

Ek woh daur ke minnatein karta tha wafa nibhaane ki
Ek ye waqt ke use aarzoo hai daaman chhuRaane ki

There was a time he pleaded to keep his vows of faith — and now this time, when all he wishes is to break free.

Tu apni sheesha-gari ka hunar na kar zaaya
Main aaina hoon mujhe TooTne ki aadat hai

Do not waste your art of glass-making on me — I am a mirror; I am used to breaking.

Thak gaye hain dard chhupa chhupa ke hum
Aansu beh paRe hain ab lafz nikalte hi

I have grown tired of hiding the pain again and again — now the tears spill the moment a word escapes.

Jab se Dasa hai sahaaron ne mujhe
LaaThi bhi ab saanp-numa dikhti hai

Ever since the very supports I leaned on have bitten me, even a walking stick now looks like a snake.

Tere baghair zindagi to kaT rahi hai magar
Har pal, har saans mein ek dard chhupa sa hai

Life goes on without you, it's true — but in every moment, every breath, a quiet pain lies hidden.

Yaadein bahut haseen thi hamaare safar ki
Na jaane kyun woh mera humsafar mera nahin hua

The memories of our journey were so beautiful — I cannot say why my fellow traveller never truly became mine.

Khwahishen dil ka saath chhoR gayin
Ye aziyat baRi aziyat hai

Even my desires have abandoned the heart — and this torment is a torment indeed.

Jin aankhon ne dekhe hon tere khwaab hamesha
Aye dost un aankhon ko rulaaya nahin karte

The eyes that have always dreamed of you — O friend, one does not make such eyes weep.

Ek waqt tha baatein khatm nahin hoti thi
Ek waqt ab hai ke baat hi nahin hoti

There was a time our conversations never ended — and now a time when we do not speak at all. (Niyaz Ashraf)