Ghazal
देखो इंसाँ ख़ाक का पुतला बना क्या चीज़ है
This ghazal explores the profound mystery of human existence alongside the overwhelming power of the beloved's beauty. It contrasts the miraculous nature of humankind, crafted from humble clay, with the enchanting peril of the beloved's captivating gaze and tresses.
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देखो इंसाँ ख़ाक का पुतला बना क्या चीज़ है
बोलता है इस में क्या वो बोलता क्या चीज़ है
Behold man, an idol sculpted from clay, what a wondrous thing he has become; what is it that speaks within him, and what marvel is that speaker?
Look at man, a figure sculpted from mere clay, what a marvel he has become; what is it that speaks within him, and what kind of entity is that speaker?
2
रू-ब-रू उस ज़ुल्फ़ के दाम-ए-बला क्या चीज़ है
उस निगह के सामने तीर-ए-क़ज़ा क्या चीज़ है
Before the snare of those dark tresses, what is the net of calamity? Facing the power of that lethal glance, what is the arrow of destiny?
In front of the snare of the beloved's tresses, the trap of calamity is insignificant, and before that deadly glance, the arrow of destiny holds no power.
3
यूँ तो हैं सारे बुताँ ग़ारत-गर-ए-ईमाँ-ओ-दीं
एक वो काफ़िर सनम नाम-ए-ख़ुदा क्या चीज़ है
Though all idols are plunderers of both religion and creed, that one infidel beauty—by God's name, what a wonder she is indeed!
Although all idols (beauties) plunder faith and religion, by God, that particular infidel beloved is something truly extraordinary.
4
जिस ने दिल मेरा दिया दाम-ए-मोहब्बत में फँसा
वो नहीं मालूम मुज को नासेहा क्या चीज़ है
The one who trapped my heart within love's tangled snare, / I know not, O counselor, what manner of thing that is.
O advisor, I do not know what kind of thing it is that has trapped my heart in the snare of love.
5
होवे इक क़तरा जो ज़हराब-ए-मोहब्बत का नसीब
ख़िज़्र फिर तो चश्मा-ए-आब-ए-बक़ा क्या चीज़ है
If but a single drop of love's venom should fall to one's lot, then what worth, O Khizr, is the fountain of eternal life?
If someone is fortunate enough to receive even a single drop of the venom of love, then O Khizr, the fountain of the water of eternal life holds no value at all.
6
मर्ग ही सेहत है उस की मर्ग ही उस का इलाज
इश्क़ का बीमार क्या जाने दवा क्या चीज़ है
Death alone is his health, death alone his cure; what does the one sick with love know of what medicine is?
Death alone is his health and death alone is his cure; the one afflicted with the illness of love does not know what medicine even is.
7
दिल मिरा बैठा है ले कर फिर मुझी से वो निगार
पूछता है हाथ में मेरे बता क्या चीज़ है
Having stolen away my heart, that lovely idol sits and asks of me: 'Tell me, if you can guess, what is this thing held in my hand?'
The beloved is sitting there having taken my heart, and then asks me itself to tell what is in their hand.
8
ख़ाक से पैदा हुए हैं देख रंगा-रंग गुल
है तो ये नाचीज़ लेकिन इस में क्या क्या चीज़ है
Look at the vibrant blossoms springing from the dust; worthless though it seems, what wonders lie within!
Look at how colorful flowers blossom from the dust; although this soil seems worthless and insignificant, what wondrous things lie hidden within it.
9
जिस की तुझ को जुस्तुजू है वो तुझी में है 'ज़फ़र'
ढूँडता फिर फिर के तो फिर जा-ब-जा क्या चीज़ है
The one you seek resides within yourself, O Zafar; why wander then, searching endlessly from place to place?
O Zafar, the one you are searching for is within yourself; why then do you wander from place to place looking for them?
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