Ghazal
शमशीर-ए-बरहना माँग ग़ज़ब बालों की महक फिर वैसी ही
This ghazal paints an evocative portrait of the beloved's mesmerizing beauty, vividly detailing the captivating fragrance of their hair and their striking, enchanting features. Through rich traditional imagery of adoration, it conveys the poet's intense fascination and awe in the presence of the beloved's charms.
Source: rekhta · HI
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शमशीर-ए-बरहना माँग ग़ज़ब बालों की महक फिर वैसी ही
जूड़े की गुंधावट क़हर-ए-ख़ुदा बालों की महक फिर वैसी ही
The hair's parting, sharp as a naked sword, is deadly wonder, the scent of her locks still just the same; The woven braid of her bun is the wrath of God, the scent of her locks still just the same.
The hair's parting, sharp like an unsheathed sword, is striking, and the scent of the hair remains just the same; the intricate styling of the bun is utterly devastating, yet the fragrance of the hair is unchanged.
2
आँखें हैं कटोरा सी वो सितम गर्दन है सुराही-दार ग़ज़ब
और उसी में शराब-ए-सुर्ख़ी-ए-पाँ रखती है झलक फिर वैसी ही
Her eyes are cup-like bowls of cruel torment, her neck a flagon wondrous and fine; and within it gleams, in that very same way, the betel leaf's ruby-tinted wine.
Her eyes are cup-like bowls causing cruel torment and her neck is remarkably graceful like a flagon, inside which the redness of chewed betel leaf gleams just like wine.
3
हर बात में उस की गर्मी है हर नाज़ में उस के शोख़ी है
क़ामत है क़यामत चाल परी चलने में फड़क फिर वैसी ही
Warmth lives in every word she speaks, and mischief in each playful grace; Her stature is Doomsday, her gait fairy-like, with that same lively flutter in her pace.
There is warmth in her every word and mischief in all her playful gestures. Her stature is breathtaking like Doomsday, her walk is fairy-like, and her pace still holds that same lively flutter.
4
गर रंग भबूका आतिश है और बीनी शोला-ए-सरकश है
तो बिजली सी कौंदे है परी आरिज़ की चमक फिर वैसी ही
If her glowing hue is blazing fire, and her nose a defiant flame,
Like lightning flashes this fairy-faced love, her cheeks' bright radiance ever the same.
If the beloved's complexion is blazing like fire and her nose is like a defiant flame, then this fairy-like beauty flashes like lightning and the radiant glow of her cheeks remains just as dazzling.
5
नौ-ख़ेज़ कुचें दो ग़ुंचा हैं है नर्म शिकम इक ख़िर्मन-ए-गुल
बारीक कमर जो शाख़-ए-गुल रखती है लचक फिर वैसी ही
Her budding breasts are two tender rosebuds, her soft belly a harvest of flowers; her slender waist, like a blossoming bough, sways with that very same supple grace.
Her budding breasts are like two flower buds and her soft belly is like a heap of flowers; her slender waist possesses that very same flexibility, just like a flowering branch.
6
है नाफ़ कोई गिर्दाब-ए-बला और गोल सुरीं रानें हैं सफ़ा
है साक़ बिलोरीं शम-ए-ज़िया पाँव की कफ़क फिर वैसी ही
A vortex of peril is the navel, round are the hips, and smooth the thighs so clear; / Crystal shins like radiant candles, and the soles of the feet just as rare.
The beloved's navel is like a whirlpool of peril, the hips are round, and the thighs are smooth; the crystal-like legs shine like radiant candles, and the soles of the feet are just as exquisite.
7
महरम है हबाब-ए-आब-ए-रवाँ सूरज की किरन है उस पे लिपट
जाली की कुर्ती है वो बला गोटे की धनक फिर वैसी ही
The bodice is like a bubble on flowing water wrapped in a ray of the sun; that netted tunic is sheer calamity, its brocade rainbow just as breathtaking a one.
The inner bodice resembles a bubble on running water wrapped in a ray of sunlight, while the netted tunic over it is devastatingly captivating with its rainbow-like brocade border.
8
वो गाए तो आफ़त लाए है हर ताल में लेवे जान निकाल
नाच उस का उठाए सौ फ़ित्ने घुँगरू की झनक फिर वैसी ही
When she sings, calamity descends, draining the soul at every beat; Her dance stirs up a hundred storms, while the chime of her bells stays ever sweet.
When she sings, she brings disaster and draws the life out on every beat; her dance stirs up a hundred troubles, and the chime of her anklet bells is just as mesmerizing.
9
हर बात पे हम से वो जो 'ज़फ़र' करता है लगावट मुद्दत से
और उस की चाहत रखते हैं हम आज तलक फिर वैसी ही
For ages, O Zafar, they have charmed us with feigned affection at every turn, / Yet to this day, with that very same longing, our faithful hearts still burn.
O Zafar, the beloved who has shown affection toward us in every matter for a long time, we still desire and love them just the same to this day.
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