Ghazal
तिरी ज़ुल्फ़ों में दिल उलझा हुआ है
This ghazal explores the captivating yet perilous nature of love, depicting the lover's heart as helplessly ensnared in the beloved's alluring tresses. With an intense and poignant tone, it reflects on the torment of devotion and the cruel indifference of the beloved.
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तिरी ज़ुल्फ़ों में दिल उलझा हुआ है
बला के पेच में आया हुआ है
My heart is deeply tangled in your hair, caught fast within a calamitous snare.
My heart is entangled in your tresses and has been caught in a terrible trap.
2
न क्यूँकर बू-ए-ख़ूँ नामे से आए
उसी जल्लाद का लिक्खा हुआ है
Why wouldn't the scent of blood rise from this letter? After all, it is written by that very executioner.
Why would the smell of blood not emanate from this letter? After all, it has been written by that very executioner.
3
चले दुनिया से जिस की याद में हम
ग़ज़ब है वो हमें भूला हुआ है
We departed from this world consumed by their memory; what cruel wonder it is, that they have forgotten us entirely.
We left this world consumed by the memory of the one who, ironically and cruelly, has completely forgotten us.
4
कहूँ क्या हाल अगली इशरतों का
वो था इक ख़्वाब जो भूला हुआ है
How shall I tell of pleasures of days gone by? / It was but a dream, now lost to memory.
What can I say about the state of past joys and pleasures? That was merely a dream that has now been forgotten.
5
जफ़ा हो या वफ़ा हम सब में ख़ुश हैं
करें क्या अब तो दिल अटका हुआ है
Be it cruelty or fidelity, in either we find content; what choice remains, now that the heart is hopelessly ensnared?
Whether it is cruelty or fidelity, we are content in every condition. What can we do now, for our heart is already caught in love?
6
हुई है इश्क़ ही से हुस्न की क़द्र
हमीं से आप का शोहरा हुआ है
It is through love alone that beauty finds its worth; it is because of us your fame has spread across the earth.
Beauty derives its true value only from love, and it is entirely because of us that your fame and renown have spread.
7
बुतों पर रहती है माइल हमेशा
तबीअत को ख़ुदाया क्या हुआ है
Forever drawn toward these idols of clay, O God, what has become of my heart today?
My heart is always inclined toward idols (beautiful beloveds); O God, what has happened to my nature?
8
परेशाँ रहते हो दिन रात 'अकबर'
ये किस की ज़ुल्फ़ का सौदा हुआ है
Restless you remain both day and night, O Akbar; whose dark tresses have driven you to such madness?
O Akbar, you remain restless day and night; whose tresses have driven you into such an obsession?
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