Inteha

सोचते हैं लोग मेरी
हसरत-ए-ज़फ़ा क्या है
करते आये हैं वो दगा
पनपती मेरी वफ़ा क्या है
ज़र्रा ज़र्रा लुटाता गया
िफर एहसास-ए-नफ़ा क्या है

घड़ी घड़ी इनकार उधर
ता-उम्र मेरी रज़ा क्या है

दर्द इश्क की मंिज़ल है
इश्क दर्द की वज़ह क्या है
दर्द इश्क का हािसल है
दर्द-ए-इश्क पे फ़ज़ा क्या है
दर्द अब बहता रगों में
और इश्क में कज़ा क्या है

पैने नहीं काँटे चमन में
फूल चुनने में मज़ा क्या है

देनी हो गर जुदायी देना
मौत प्यार में सज़ा क्या है

हमें शौक है देखें
िसतम की इन्तहा क्या है

The last line “Hamein shauk hain dekhein sitam ki inteha kya hai” was originally written by Bhagat Singh (yes, The Bhagat Singh) around 80 years ago. Read it long time back in a school book and fell in eternal love immediately (with the line). This composition, all other sentences being my original, is a small tribute to the great marvel. Given a not-so-good command on Urdu, I used google to find some right words. In case some you find some words unfamiliar, here is an almost literal translation:

People wonder what is this desire of mine for being oppressed
She has been treacherous all along, why this flourishing loyalty of mine
I have been losing all bits and pieces, why this feeling of profit

She refuses me every second, why this life-long commitment of mine

Pain is the goal of love, why call love the reason of pain
Pain is the achievement of love, then why the lamentation
Pain now flows through my veins, what else is the destiny in love

What’s the fun in picking flowers, if garden’s thorns aren’t sharp enough

Give me separation if you will, death is not enough punishment in love

My passion is to see the limits of torture.