Ghazal
तुफ़्ता-जानों का इलाज ऐ अहल-ए-दानिश और है
This ghazal reflects on the consuming torment of passionate love, asserting that the burning agony of true lovers cannot be healed by conventional wisdom or rational counsel. It depicts the suffering and madness of devotion as an otherworldly experience far beyond the comprehension of the intellect.
Source: rekhta · HI
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तुफ़्ता-जानों का इलाज ऐ अहल-ए-दानिश और है
इश्क़ की आतिश बला है उस की सोज़िश और है
O men of wisdom, the remedy for scorched souls is something else; Love's fire is a calamity, its burning ache something else.
O wise people, the remedy for scorched and tormented souls is entirely different, for the fire of love is a calamity and its burning pain is unlike any other.
2
क्यूँ न वहशत में चुभे हर मू ब-शक्ल-ए-नीश-तेज़
ख़ार-ए-ग़म की तेरे दीवाने की काविश और है
Why, in wild frenzy, wouldn't every single hair prick like a razor-sharp sting? The thorn of grief burrows within your mad lover in a manner entirely unique.
Why should not every single hair prick like a sharp sting in the frenzy of madness? After all, the digging of the thorn of sorrow inside your mad lover is entirely unique.
3
मुतरिबो बा-साज़ आओ तुम हमारी बज़्म में
साज़-ओ-सामाँ से तुम्हारी इतनी साज़िश और है
Musicians, enter our gathering equipped with melody and lute; Through your instruments and gear, yet another conspiracy takes root.
O musicians, come to our gathering with your musical instruments; through your equipment and instruments, this is yet another conspiracy of yours.
4
थूकता भी दुख़्तर-ए-रज़ पर नहीं मस्त-ए-अलस्त
जो कि है उस फ़ाहिशा पर ग़श वो फ़ाहिश और है
The soul drunk on the primal wine would not deign even to spit upon the daughter of the vine; the one who swoons over that courtesan is a wanton of quite another kind.
One intoxicated with divine love would not even bother to spit upon wine (the daughter of the vine); the person who swoons over that courtesan is a completely different kind of wanton.
5
ताब क्या हम-ताब होवे उस से ख़ुर्शीद-ए-फ़लक
आफ़्ताब-ए-दाग़-ए-दिल की अपने ताबिश और है
How could the sun of heaven dare rival its searing might? The sun born of my heart's deep wound burns with a peerless light.
How could the sun in the sky ever rival it? The radiant warmth and glow of the wound in my heart is something entirely peerless.
6
सब मिटा दें दिल से हैं जितनी कि उस में ख़्वाहिशें
गर हमें मालूम हो कुछ उस की ख़्वाहिश और है
We would erase every desire that dwells within the heart / If only we knew that their desire was something else.
If we only knew that the beloved desires something else, we would erase every wish that resides in our heart.
7
अब्र मत हम-चश्म होना चश्म-ए-दरिया-बार से
तेरी बारिश और है और उस की बारिश और है
O cloud, dare not to rival this river-shedding eye; your rain is of one kind, and its downpour quite another.
O cloud, do not try to rival this eye that weeps rivers; your rain is of one kind, while its downpour of tears is completely different.
8
है तो गर्दिश चर्ख़ की भी फ़ित्ना-अंगेज़ी में ताक़
तेरी चश्म-ए-फ़ित्ना-ज़ा की लेक गर्दिश और है
True, the heavens' turning wheel is adept at brewing strife; yet the roving of your mischief-breeding eye is something else entirely.
Although the turning of the heavens (fate) is adept at stirring up trouble, the roving of your mischief-breeding eyes is something entirely different.
9
बुत-परस्ती जिस से होवे हक़-परस्ती ऐ 'ज़फ़र'
क्या कहूँ तुझ से कि वो तर्ज़-ए-परस्तिश और है
That which turns idol-worship into devotion to the Divine Truth, O Zafar; how can I ever tell you—that mode of worship is something else entirely.
O Zafar, how can I describe to you that unique manner of worship by which even idol-worship turns into devotion to the Divine Truth—it is entirely distinct.
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