Ghazal
Jab Kabhi Dariya Men Hote Saya-afgan Aap Hain
जब कभी दरिया में होते साया-अफ़गन आप हैं
This ghazal contrasts the radiant, transformative beauty of the beloved with the lover's deep and incurable sorrow. While the beloved's mere reflection brings light and wonder to the world, the lover laments a heart so pierced by grief that no healer can mend it.
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जब कभी दरिया में होते साया-अफ़गन आप हैं
फ़िल्स-ए-माही को बताते माह-ए-रौशन आप हैं
Whenever upon the river your graceful shadow lies, you turn a humble fish's scale into a radiant moon.
Whenever your shadow falls upon the river, you make a fish's scale shine like a radiant moon.
2
सीते हैं सोज़न से चाक-ए-सीना क्या ऐ चारासाज़
ख़ार-ए-ग़म सीने में अपने मिस्ल-ए-सोज़न आप हैं
Why stitch the tear in my breast with a needle, O healer? / The thorn of grief lodged in my heart is itself a needle.
O healer, why are you stitching the wound of my chest with a needle? The thorn of grief inside my chest is itself acting like a needle.
3
प्यार से कर के हमाइल ग़ैर की गर्दन में हाथ
मारते तेग़-ए-सितम से मुझ को गर्दन आप हैं
Lovingly draping your arm around the rival's neck, / You strike me down yourself with the cruel sword of torment.
Lovingly draping your arm around the rival's neck, you yourself behead me with the sword of cruelty.
4
खींच कर आँखों में अपनी सुर्मा-ए-दुम्बाला-दार
करते पैदा सेहर से नर्गिस में सोसन आप हैं
Drawing winged kohl across your captivating eyes, through sorcery you make an iris bloom within the narcissus.
By applying winged kohl to your eyes, you magically bring forth an iris from within a narcissus.
5
देख कर सहरा में मुझ को पहले घबराया था क़ैस
फिर जो पहचाना तो बोला हज़रत-ए-मन आप हैं
Seeing me in the wilderness, Qais was startled at first sight; then, recognizing who I was, exclaimed: 'Ah, revered master, it is you!'
When Qais saw me in the desert, he was startled at first, but once he recognized me, he exclaimed, 'Respected sir, it is you!'
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जी धड़कता है कहीं तार-ए-रग-ए-गुल चुभ न जाए
सेज पर फूलों की करते क़स्द-ए-ख़ुफ़तन आप हैं
My heart trembles lest the delicate vein of a rose should pierce you, as you lay yourself down to rest upon a bed of flowers.
My heart trembles with fear that even the delicate vein of a flower petal might prick you, as you prepare to sleep on a bed of flowers.
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क्या मज़ा है तेग़-ए-क़ातिल में कि अक्सर सैद-ए-इश्क़
आन कर उस पर रगड़ते अपनी गर्दन आप हैं
What sweet ecstasy resides in the slayer's blade, that love's own prey come willingly to rub their throats against its edge?
What pleasure lies in the killer's sword that the victims of love themselves willingly come and rub their necks against it?
8
मुझ से तुम क्या पूछते हो कैसे हैं हम क्या कहें
जी ही जाने है कि जैसे मुश्फ़िक़-ए-मन आप हैं
Why do you ask how I fare, what can I possibly say? Only my soul knows what a caring friend you truly are.
Why do you ask me how I am doing, what can I even say? Only my heart truly knows what kind of a caring and benevolent friend you are to me.
9
पुर-ग़ुरूर ओ पुर-तकब्बुर पुर-जफ़ा ओ पुर-सितम
पुर-फ़रेब ओ पुर-दग़ा पुर-मक्र ओ पुर-फ़न आप हैं
Full of pride, steeped in conceit, cruel and relentless in tyranny; full of deceit, rich in betrayal, cunning and crafty—such are you.
You are full of pride and arrogance, full of cruelty and tyranny, and steeped in deceit, betrayal, cunning, and craftiness.
10
ज़ुल्म-पेशा ज़ु़ल्म-शेवा ज़ु़ल्म-रान ओ ज़ुल्म-दोस्त
दुश्मन-ए-दिल दुश्मन-ए-जाँ दुश्मन-ए-तन आप हैं
A tyrant by trade, cruel by custom, sovereign of torment and lover of pain; enemy of my heart, enemy of my soul, enemy of my body—it is you.
Your habit and profession is tyranny, you rule with cruelty and love oppression; you are the enemy of my heart, my life, and my body.
11
यक्का-ताज़ ओ नेज़ा-बाज़ ओ अरबदा-जू तुंद-ख़ू
तेग़-ज़न दश्ना-गुज़ार ओ नावक-अफ़गन आप हैं
A lone warrior, a lancer, strife-seeking, fierce of art; swordsman, dagger-thruster, and archer to the heart—you are.
You are a lone champion, a lancer, quarrelsome, and fierce-tempered; you are a swordsman, a dagger-thruster, and an archer.
12
तस्मा-कश तराज़ ओ ग़ारत-गर ताराज-साज़
काफ़िर यग़माई ओ क़ज़्ज़ाक़ रहज़न आप हैं
Strangler and despoiler, ravager and architect of ruin; infidel, looter, highwayman, and bandit—you are all these in one.
You are a strangler, a despoiler, and an architect of ruin; you yourself are the infidel, the plunderer, the bandit, and the highwayman.
13
फ़ित्ना-जू बेदाद-गर सफ़्फ़ाक ओ अज़्लम कीना-वर
गर्म-जंग ओ गर्म-क़त्ल ओ गर्म-कुश्तन आप हैं
A stirrer of strife, unjust and cruel, bloodthirsty, vengeful, and fierce; Eager for war, avid for slaughter, hungry to slay—it is none but you.
You are an instigator of strife, unjust, ruthless, extremely cruel, and vengeful; you are always eager for battle, slaughter, and killing.
14
बद-मिज़ाज ओ बद-दिमाग़ व बद-शिआ'र ओ बद-सुलूक
बद-तरीक़ ओ बद-ज़बाँ बद-अहद ओ बद-ज़न आप हैं
Ill-tempered, haughty, ill-behaved, unkind in every deed; foul-tongued, untrue to every pledge, suspicious in your creed—all this you are indeed.
You are bad-tempered, arrogant, ill-mannered, and cruel, as well as foul-mouthed, faithless to promises, and deeply suspicious.
15
बे-मुरव्वत बेवफ़ा ना-मेहरबाँ ना-आश्ना
मेरे क़ातिल मेरे हासिद मेरे दुश्मन आप हैं
Callous and faithless, unkind and estranged; my killer, my envier, my enemy—it is you.
You are callous, unfaithful, unkind, and estranged from me; you alone are my killer, the one who envies me, and my enemy.
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ऐ 'ज़फ़र' क्या पा-ए-क़ातिल के है बोसे की हवस
यूँ जो बिस्मिल हो के सरगर्म-ए-तपीदन आप हैं
O Zafar, is it a longing to kiss the slayer's feet, that fatally wounded, you writhe with such ardent zeal?
O Zafar, is it a desire to kiss the feet of your slayer that even after being wounded you are so eagerly writhing?
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