Ghazal
Ummid TuuTi Hui Hai Meri Jo Dil Mira Tha Vo Mar Chuka Hai
उम्मीद टूटी हुई है मेरी जो दिल मिरा था वो मर चुका है
This ghazal captures profound despair and emotional numbness caused by shattered hopes and unbearable life trials. Although physical breath remains, the poet feels that their heart and spirit are already dead, leaving them resignedly awaiting death's final arrival.
Source: rekhta · HI
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1
उम्मीद टूटी हुई है मेरी जो दिल मिरा था वो मर चुका है
जो ज़िंदगानी को तल्ख़ कर दे वो वक़्त मुझ पर गुज़र चुका है
My hope lies shattered, and the heart that once was mine has died; that trial which turns all life to gall has already passed me by.
My hope is shattered and the heart that was once mine has died; the time that turns life bitter has already passed over me.
2
अगरचे सीने में साँस भी है नहीं तबीअत में जान बाक़ी
अजल को है देर इक नज़र की फ़लक तो काम अपना कर चुका है
Though breath still lingers in the chest, no spark of life remains within; Death awaits but a single glance, the heavens have already done their deed.
Although breath still lingers in the chest, no life remains within the spirit; death waits only for a single glance, as the heavens have already done their deed.
3
ग़रीब-ख़ाने की ये उदासी ये ना-दुरुस्ती नहीं क़दीमी
चहल पहल भी कभी यहाँ थी कभी ये घर भी सँवर चुका है
This gloom and ruin of my humble dwelling are not from times long past; cheer and bustle once thrived here too, this home too was once adorned.
The sadness and disrepair of this humble house are not from ancient times. There was once hustle and bustle here too, and this home too was once well-adorned.
4
ये सीना जिस में ये दाग़ में अब मसर्रतों का कभी था मख़्ज़न
वो दिल जो अरमान से भरा था ख़ुशी से उस में ठहर चुका है
This chest, where only scars now dwell, was once a treasure-house of joy; that heart, once brimming with desire, has found its resting place at last.
This chest, which now only bears scars, was once a treasury of joys, and that heart, once brimming with desires, has now quietly come to rest.
5
ग़रीब अकबर के गर्द क्यूँ में ख़याल वाइ'ज़ से कोई कह दे
उसे डराते हो मौत से क्या वो ज़िंदगी ही से डर चुका है
Let someone go and tell the preacher: why frighten poor Akbar with death? Why threaten him with mortal dread, who is already terrified of life itself?
Someone should tell the preacher not to frighten poor Akbar with thoughts of death, as he is already terrified of life itself.
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