Ghazal
नहीं इश्क़ में इस का तो रंज हमें कि क़रार ओ शकेब ज़रा न रहा
This ghazal explores the transcendent nature of love, where the lover willingly accepts the loss of peace and embraces sorrow as a faithful companion. By surrendering the ego, the veil separating the lover from the divine beloved dissolves, revealing a state of profound unity where nothing remains except the beloved.
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1
नहीं इश्क़ में इस का तो रंज हमें कि क़रार ओ शकेब ज़रा न रहा
ग़म-ए-इश्क़ तो अपना रफ़ीक़ रहा कोई और बला से रहा न रहा
In love, I bear no grief that peace and patience have flown away; Love's sorrow remained my steadfast companion—who cares if none else chose to stay!
I have no sorrow that love deprived me entirely of peace and patience; the grief of love remained my companion, so it matters not whether anyone else stayed.
2
दिया अपनी ख़ुदी को जो हम ने उठा वो जो पर्दा सा बीच में था न रहा
रहे पर्दे में अब न वो पर्दा-नशीं कोई दूसरा उस के सिवा न रहा
Once I cast aside the veil of my own self, that divide between us was no more; no longer hidden stays the Veiled Beloved, for none remains now save the One.
When I erased my own ego (selfhood), the veil that stood between us vanished. Now that veiled Beloved is no longer hidden, because none remains except Him.
3
न थी हाल की जब हमें ख़बर रहे देखते औरों के ऐब ओ हुनर
पड़ी अपनी बुराइयों पर जो नज़र तो निगाह में कोई बुरा न रहा
So long as I was blind to my own state, I weighed the faults and virtues of others; yet when my gaze turned upon my own flaws, none in my eyes remained wicked.
As long as I was unaware of my own condition, I kept observing the faults and virtues of others; but when my gaze fell upon my own flaws, no one appeared bad to me anymore.
4
तिरे रुख़ के ख़याल में कौन से दिन उठे मुझ पे न फ़ित्ना-ए-रोज़-ए-जज़ा
तिरी ज़ुल्फ़ के ध्यान में कौन सी शब मिरे सर पे हुजूम-ए-बला न रहा
On which day, dreaming of your face, did Judgment Day's turmoil not rise upon me? On which night, lost in thought of your dark tresses, did a host of calamities not hover over my head?
There was never a day when the thought of your face did not bring the turmoil of Doomsday upon me, nor a night when lost in the thought of your locks, a crowd of calamities did not hover over my head.
5
हमें साग़र-ए-बादा के देने में अब करे देर जो साक़ी तो हाए ग़ज़ब
कि ये अहद-ए-नशात ये दौर-ए-तरब न रहेगा जहाँ में सदा न रहा
If the cupbearer now delays in serving the cup of wine, alas, what tragedy! For this era of delight and season of mirth shall not remain in the world forever, as it never did.
If the cupbearer delays in serving the cup of wine now, it would be a great misfortune, because this era of joy and celebration will not last forever in the world, just as it never has before.
6
कई रोज़ में आज वो मेहर-लिक़ा हुआ मेरे जो सामने जल्वा-नुमा
मुझे सब्र ओ क़रार ज़रा न रहा उसे पास-ए-हिजाब-ओ-हया न रहा
After many days that sun-faced beauty shone resplendent before my eyes today; not a trace of patience or peace was left in me, nor did any veil of modesty remain with her.
Today, after many days, when that sun-faced beloved finally appeared before me, I lost all patience and composure, and they had no regard left for modesty and restraint.
7
तिरे ख़ंजर ओ तेग़ की आब-ए-रवाँ हुई जब कि सबील-ए-सितम-ज़दगाँ
गए कितने ही क़ाफ़िले ख़ुश्क-ज़बाँ कोई तिश्ना-ए-आब-ए-बक़ा न रहा
When the gleaming blade of your sword became a fountain for the oppressed, countless caravans departed with parched tongues, yet none remained thirsting for eternal life.
When the flowing water of your dagger and sword became a public fountain for the oppressed, countless caravans departed with parched tongues, and none remained thirsty for the elixir of life.
8
मुझे साफ़ बताए निगार अगर तो ये पूछूँ मैं रो रो के ख़ून-ए-जिगर
मले पाँव से किस के हैं दीदा-ए-तर कफ़-ए-पा पे जो रंग-ए-हिना न रहा
If my beloved would answer me plain, weeping tears of blood I would ask in pain: Whose tearful eyes rubbed against your feet, that on your soles no henna stains remain?
If my beloved would give me an honest answer, weeping tears of blood I would ask whose tear-filled eyes rubbed against their feet, causing the henna's color to wash away from their soles.
9
उसे चाहा था मैं ने कि रोक रखूँ मिरी जान भी जाए तो जाने न दूँ
किए लाख फ़रेब करोड़ फ़ुसूँ न रहा न रहा न रहा न रहा
I longed to hold them fast, unwilling to let go though life itself should part; I tried a hundred thousand wiles, ten million spells—yet they stayed not, stayed not, stayed not, stayed not.
I wanted to hold them back and not let them go, even if it cost me my life. I tried thousands of tricks and millions of spells, but they still did not stay.
10
लगे यूँ तो हज़ारों ही तीर-ए-सितम कि तड़पते रहे पड़े ख़ाक पे हम
वले नाज़ ओ करिश्मा की तेग़-ए-दो-दम लगी ऐसी कि तस्मा लगा न रहा
Though thousands of cruelty’s arrows struck, leaving us writhing low in the dust, the two-edged blade of her coquettish charm struck so clean that not a sinew held us fast.
Though thousands of cruel arrows struck us and left us writhing in the dust, the double-edged sword of the beloved's coquettish charm struck so completely that not even a sinew remained attached.
11
'ज़फ़र' आदमी उस को न जानिएगा वो हो कैसा ही साहब-ए-फ़हम-ओ-ज़का
जिसे ऐश में याद-ए-ख़ुदा न रही जिसे तैश में ख़ौफ़-ए-ख़ुदा न रहा
Do not deem him human, O Zafar, no matter how wise or discerning he may be; who remembers not God in moments of pleasure, and fears not God in fits of fury.
O Zafar, do not consider someone a human, no matter how wise and intelligent they may be, if they forget God during times of pleasure and lose the fear of God in fits of anger.
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