Ghazal
ज़े-हाल-ए-मिस्कीं मकुन तग़ाफ़ुल दुराय नैनाँ बनाए बतियाँ
Composed by Amir Khusrau, this iconic ghazal weaves Persian and Braj Bhasha together to express the intense agony and yearning of separation. The poet pleads with the aloof beloved not to turn away, lamenting how the endless, dark nights of longing become unbearable without union.
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ज़े-हाल-ए-मिस्कीं मकुन तग़ाफ़ुल दुराय नैनाँ बनाए बतियाँ
कि ताब-ए-हिज्राँ नदारम ऐ जाँ न लेहू काहे लगाए छतियाँ
Turn not your gaze away, spinning excuses, while ignoring my forlorn state; / For I have no strength left to endure this parting, beloved, why not hold me to your chest?
Do not ignore my miserable state by turning your eyes away and making up excuses; for I have no endurance left to bear this separation, O beloved, why do you not hold me close to your chest?
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शबान-ए-हिज्राँ दराज़ चूँ ज़ुल्फ़ ओ रोज़-ए-वसलत चूँ उम्र-ए-कोताह
सखी पिया को जो मैं न देखूँ तो कैसे काटूँ अँधेरी रतियाँ
The nights of parting stretch as long as tresses, while the day of union is as fleeting as life; O dear friend, if I behold not my beloved, how shall I endure these dark and lonely nights?
The nights of separation are as long as tresses and the day of union is as brief as life. O friend, if I do not see my beloved, how will I pass these dark nights?
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यकायक अज़ दिल दो चश्म जादू ब-सद-फ़रेबम ब-बुर्द तस्कीं
किसे पड़ी है जो जा सुनावे पियारे पी को हमारी बतियाँ
All at once, those two bewitching eyes with a hundred deceptions robbed my heart of peace; who now cares enough to go and carry the tale of my longing to my beloved?
All of a sudden, those two bewitching eyes robbed my heart of peace through a hundred deceptions. Now, who cares enough to go and convey my words and plight to my beloved?
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चूँ शम-ए-सोज़ाँ चूँ ज़र्रा हैराँ ज़ मेहर-ए-आँ-मह बगश्तम आख़िर
न नींद नैनाँ न अंग चैनाँ न आप आवे न भेजे पतियाँ
Like a burning candle, a bewildered speck lost at last in the radiant love of that moon; No sleep visits my eyes, no rest soothes my body, neither does my beloved come, nor send a letter.
In the love of that moon-like beloved, I have finally become like a burning candle and a bewildered speck of dust. There is neither sleep in my eyes nor rest in my body, yet the beloved neither comes nor sends any letter.
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ब-हक़्क़-ए-आँ मह कि रोज़-ए-महशर ब-दाद मारा फ़रेब 'ख़ुसरव'
सपीत मन के दुराय राखूँ जो जाए पाऊँ पिया की खतियाँ
By that radiant moon who deceived Khusrau on Judgment Day, I swear: I would conceal it deep within my faithful heart, could I but find a letter from my beloved.
I swear by that moon-like beloved who deceived Khusrau on the Day of Judgment: if I ever manage to receive a letter from my beloved, I will conceal it deep within my pure heart.
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