Ghazal
देख दिल को मिरे ओ काफ़िर-ए-बे-पीर न तोड़
This ghazal expresses an impassioned plea to an indifferent beloved not to shatter the lover's heart, which is revered as the divine abode of God. It vividly captures the agony of heartbreak alongside an unyielding devotion and embrace of romantic madness.
Source: rekhta · HI
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देख दिल को मिरे ओ काफ़िर-ए-बे-पीर न तोड़
घर है अल्लाह का ये इस की तो ता'मीर न तोड़
Look upon my heart, O ruthless infidel, and break it not; this is the house of God, do not destroy its sacred shrine.
O ruthless beloved, look upon my heart and do not break it; this is the house of God, so do not destroy its structure.
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ग़ुल सदा वादी-ए-वहशत में रखूँगा बरपा
ऐ जुनूँ देख मिरे पाँव की ज़ंजीर न तोड़
I shall keep the wild clamour stirred in the valley of despair; / O madness, take heed—do not break the chain upon my feet!
I will forever keep an uproar alive in the valley of madness; O madness, take care not to break the chain around my feet.
3
देख टुक ग़ौर से आईना-ए-दिल को मेरे
इस में आता है नज़र आलम-ए-तस्वीर न तोड़
Look closely for a moment at the mirror of my heart / A world of portraits appears within—do not break it apart.
Look closely for a moment at the mirror of my heart. In it, a whole world of pictures is visible, so do not break it.
4
ताज-ए-ज़र के लिए क्यूँ शम्अ का सर काटे है
रिश्ता-ए-उल्फ़त-ए-परवाना को गुल-गीर न तोड़
Why sever the candle's head merely for a crown of gold? / O snuffer, do not break the moth's tender thread of love.
Why do you cut off the candle's head merely for a golden crown? O candle-snuffer, do not break the moth's bond of love.
5
अपने बिस्मिल से ये कहता था दम-ए-नज़अ वो शोख़
था जो कुछ अहद सो ओ आशिक़-ए-दिल-गीर न तोड़
To their dying prey, in his parting breath, that cruel tormentor said: / 'Whatever vow was pledged, O grief-stricken lover, break it not!'
At the moment of death, that playful beloved was saying to their dying prey: whatever vow was made, O grief-stricken lover, do not break it.
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रक़्स-ए-बिस्मिल का तमाशा मुझे दिखला कोई दम
दस्त ओ पा मार के दम तू तह-ए-शमशीर न तोड़
Let me behold a while the spectacle of the slaughtered prey's dance; flailing your hands and feet beneath the sword, do not yield your breath in haste.
Show me for a little while the spectacle of a wounded prey's writhing dance; do not give up your breath so quickly beneath the sword by flailing your hands and feet.
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सहम कर ऐ 'ज़फ़र' उस शोख़ कमाँ-दार से कह
खींच कर देख मिरे सीने से तू तीर न तोड़
Trembling with fear, O Zafar, plead with that playful archer fair: / Pull the arrow gently from my breast, do not break it there.
O Zafar, tell that playful archer with fear: pull the arrow carefully out of my chest, do not break it inside.
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