hazaro khwahishe aisi kehar khwahish pe dam nikle
bahut nikle mere arman lekin fir bhi kam nikle
hajaro khwahoshe aisi

nilkna khuld se adam ka sunte aaye hai lekin
bahut beaabru hokar tere kuche se ham nikle
muhhabat mein nahi hai fark jine aur marne ka
usi ko dekhkar jite hai jis kafir pe dam nikle
hajaro khwahoshe aisi

khuda ke waste parda na kabe isr utha jalim
kahi aisa na ho ya bhi wahi kafir sanam nikle
kaha maykhane ka darwaja galib aur kaha waij
par itna jante hai kal wo jata tha ke ham nikle
hajaro khwahoshe aisi

A thousand yearnings, each a breath held tight,
Demands the soul's surrender, bathed in light.
My heart's desires, a torrent, spilled and gone,
Yet still, the sum feels ever so withdrawn.
A thousand yearnings.

From Eden's gates, a tale we've always known,
Of Adam's fall, a seed so deeply sown.
But shame's own veil, I wear it as my guise,
From your bright streets, my spirit softly sighs.
In love's embrace, the difference fades away,
'Twixt life and death, where shadows gently play.
We live for them, the idol of our gaze,
Whose name, in death, our whispered breath betrays.
A thousand yearnings.

For God's own sake, lift not the curtain's hold,
O tyrant, lest that idol, yet unfold.
For fear it might, within this hallowed space,
Reveal the same, the idol of this place.
Where is the tavern, Ghalib, where did we part?
The preacher's words, a wound upon the heart.
But this I know, he went, and I remained,
And yesterday, our souls were softly stained.
A thousand yearnings.