Ghazal
आँखें मुझे तलवों से वो मलने नहीं देते
This ghazal reflects the intense yearning and unfulfilled desires of a devoted lover who is kept at a distance by the beloved. It expresses a poignant paradox of romance, where the lover laments their unexpressed passions yet willingly cherishes the beloved's memory, refusing to let the heart heal.
Source: rekhta · HI
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आँखें मुझे तलवों से वो मलने नहीं देते
अरमान मिरे दिल के निकलने नहीं देते
She does not let me press my eyes against her soles, nor let the deep yearnings of my heart find release.
They do not allow me to rub my eyes against the soles of their feet, nor do they let the longings of my heart come out.
2
ख़ातिर से तिरी याद को टलने नहीं देते
सच है कि हमीं दिल को सँभलने नहीं देते
Out of regard for you, we never let your memory depart; in truth, it is we alone who forbid the healing of this heart.
Out of regard for you, we do not let your memory fade away; the truth is that we ourselves do not allow our heart to recover.
3
किस नाज़ से कहते हैं वो झुँझला के शब-ए-वस्ल
तुम तो हमें करवट भी बदलने नहीं देते
With what coquettish pique they protest on the night of union: 'You do not even let me turn upon my side!'
On the night of union, the beloved complains with coquettish irritation that you do not even allow them to turn upon their side.
4
परवानों ने फ़ानूस को देखा तो ये बोले
क्यूँ हम को जलाते हो कि जलने नहीं देते
Seeing the glass lantern, the moths cried out: Why torment us with longing, yet never let us burn?
When the moths saw the glass lantern, they said, 'Why do you torment us when you do not even let us burn?'
5
हैरान हूँ किस तरह करूँ अर्ज़-ए-तमन्ना
दुश्मन को तो पहलू से वो टलने नहीं देते
I am bewildered how to voice my heart's desire, for from their side they never let the rival stir.
I am bewildered as to how to express my heart's longing, because the beloved does not let the rival leave their side even for a moment.
6
दिल वो है कि फ़रियाद से लबरेज़ है हर वक़्त
हम वो हैं कि कुछ मुँह से निकलने नहीं देते
The heart is such, it brims with cries at every hour; yet such am I, I let no whisper escape my lips.
The heart is constantly brimming with cries of pain and lament, yet we are such that we do not let a single word escape our lips.
7
गर्मी-ए-मोहब्बत में वो हैं आह से माने'
पंखा नफ़स-ए-सर्द का झलने नहीं देते
In the burning heat of love, my beloved forbids me to sigh / Refusing to let me fan myself with the cool breeze of a breath.
In the burning heat of love, the beloved forbids me from sighing and does not even let me soothe myself with the fan of a cold breath.
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