फिर कुछ इस दिल को बेक़रारी है
सीना जोया – ए – ज़्ख्मे- कारी है
my heart is becoming restless again
my nails have started looking out for my chest once more
फिर उसी बेवफा पे मरते हैं
फिर वही ज़िन्दगी हमारी है
I am willing to die for her once more
carrying on with the same life again
बेखुदी बेसबब नहीं गालिब
कुछ तो है जिसकी पर्दादारी है
this lost feeling does not make sense anymore
there has to be something that’s hidden from us O’ Ghalib
The last couplet is the one with the deepest and most profound meaning.At some point in life the mystery of life and death does not make much sense anymore.One begins to question why am I here ? what’s the purpose of my life ?Is there a purpose at all ? If this is how it feels to be alive then how does it feel to be dead ? Is there a difference in two states or they are just mind play ? The questions haunt you but there are no answers.You feel deluded,lost and confused.
That’s when you begin to wonder what is it that my thoughts hide from me.Who or what does not reveal itself fully and completely ?Its here now and its gone another moment.You can feel it but then you don’t.The questions bother you so much that you want to scratch and bleed your heart out.
But you are helpless,nothing happens.
Even the 2nd couplet is a mockery of human beings.They believe in God as there is nothing else to explain there existence.Loss of God means losing your bearings.Which way are you headed,is there a way ? Like a compass pointing towards the light from a lighthouse your soul keeps moving pointedly towards the source not essentially sure if it is something real or its going to deceive you again like a mirage in the desert.
There is no rest or refuge so you do what needs to be done , passing life one day as it comes.