Ghazal
आमद-ए-ख़त से हुआ है सर्द जो बाज़ार-ए-दोस्त
This ghazal poignantly observes the beloved's maturing beauty, specifically the appearance of downy facial hair ('khat') which is metaphorically likened to the smoke of an extinguished lamp, diminishing the previous ardor. The poet advises the imprudent heart to control its intense longing, acknowledging the overwhelming radiance of the beloved's sight that few can truly bear.
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आमद-ए-ख़त से हुआ है सर्द जो बाज़ार-ए-दोस्त
दूद-ए-शम'-ए-कुश्ता था शायद ख़त-ए-रुख़्सार-ए-दोस्त
The beloved's charm, with facial down, has grown so cold, Perhaps that cheek-line was but smoke, from beauty's candle, extinguished and old.
With the arrival of facial hair, the beloved's charm has grown cold; perhaps that line on the cheek was the smoke of an extinguished candle.
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ऐ दिल-ए-ना-आक़िबत-अंदेश ज़ब्त-ए-शौक़ कर
कौन ला सकता है ताब-ए-जल्वा-ए-दीदार-ए-दोस्त
O imprudent heart, restrain your fervent desire, hear me now,
For who can endure the glory of the beloved's sight, or know how?
O imprudent heart, restrain your desire. Who can endure the splendor of seeing the beloved?
3
ख़ाना-वीराँ-साज़ी-ए-हैरत तमाशा कीजिए
सूरत-ए-नक़्श-ए-क़दम हूँ रफ़्ता-ए-रफ़्तार-ए-दोस्त
Behold the havoc wonder wreaks, a home undone, I am a footprint, by the beloved's swift path outrun.
Behold the spectacle of wonder rendering homes desolate. I am merely a footprint left behind by the swift pace of the beloved.
4
इश्क़ में बेदाद-ए-रश्क-ए-ग़ैर ने मारा मुझे
कुश्ता-ए-दुश्मन हूँ आख़िर गरचे था बीमार-ए-दोस्त
In love, the cruel envy of the rival struck me down; at last, I'm a foe's victim, though for my friend, I wore lovesickness's crown.
In love, the cruelty of the rival's envy killed me. Ultimately, I am a victim of the enemy, even though I was ill for the beloved.
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चश्म-ए-मा रौशन कि उस बेदर्द का दिल शाद है
दीदा-ए-पुर-ख़ूँ हमारा साग़र-ए-सरशार-ए-दोस्त
My eyes are bright, because that cruel heart finds its cheer;My blood-filled gaze, the overflowing goblet of my dear.
My eyes are bright because that cruel heart is happy. My blood-filled gaze is the beloved's overflowing goblet.
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ग़ैर यूँ करता है मेरी पुर्सिश उस के हिज्र में
बे-तकल्लुफ़ दोस्त हो जैसे कोई ग़म-ख़्वार-ए-दोस्त
My rival asks of my state, in her separation's blight,As if an intimate friend, a sharer of my plight.
My rival inquires about my condition during her absence, as if he were a close friend or someone who genuinely sympathizes with my sorrow. He checks on my well-being with an unexpected intimacy.
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ताकि मैं जानूँ कि है उस की रसाई वाँ तलक
मुझ को देता है पयाम-ए-वादा-ए-दीदार-ए-दोस्त
So I may know his reach extends to realms so far,
He sends me word, the promise of my beloved's face.
He sends me the message promising a glimpse of the beloved, so that I may know his reach extends to such distant places.
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जब कि मैं करता हूँ अपना शिकवा-ए-ज़ोफ़-ए-दिमाग़
सर करे है वो हदीस-ए-ज़ुल्फ़-ए-अंबर-बार-ए-दोस्त
When I lament my intellect's failing light,She tells of amber-fragrant tresses, dark and bright.
When I express my complaint about the weakness of my mind, she, in turn, starts narrating the story of the beloved's amber-fragrant hair.
9
चुपके चुपके मुझ को रोते देख पाता है अगर
हँस के करता है बयान-ए-शोख़ी-ए-गुफ़्तार-ए-दोस्त
If he sees me weeping, silently and slow,He then, with a smile, the beloved's playful talk will show.
If he sees me silently weeping, he then smiles and describes the beloved's playful talk.
10
मेहरबानी-हा-ए-दुश्मन की शिकायत कीजिए
ता बयाँ कीजे सिपास-ए-लज़्ज़त-ए-आज़ार-ए-दोस्त
Complain of the enemy's 'favors' now,I pray,To tell the sweet pain of the beloved's cruel sway.
Complain about the favors of the enemy, so that you may then express gratitude for the pleasure derived from the torment inflicted by the beloved.
11
ये ग़ज़ल अपनी मुझे जी से पसंद आती है आप
है रदीफ़-ए-शेर में 'ग़ालिब' ज़ि-बस तकरार-ए-दोस्त
This ghazal of mine, I love it from my very core,
For in its radif, Ghalib, 'friend' is repeated, nothing more.
I love this ghazal of mine from the bottom of my heart, Ghalib, because in the radif of its verses, there is simply the repetition of the word 'friend'.
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चश्म-ए-बंद-ए-ख़ल्क़ जुज़ तिमसाल-ए-ख़ुद-बीनी नहीं
आइना है क़ालिब-ए-ख़िश्त-ए-दर-ओ-दीवार-ए-दोस्त
The world's closed eye sees naught but self-adoration's grace;A mirror is the brick-form of the friend's door and place.
The closed eye of creation sees nothing but the image of its own self-admiration. The brick-form of the friend's door and wall is a mirror.
13
बर्क़-ए-ख़िर्मन-ज़ार गौहर है निगाह-ए-तेज़ याँ
अश्क हो जाते हैं ख़ुश्क अज़-गरमी-ए-रफ़्तार-ए-दोस्त
Here, a sharp gaze is a pearl, a lightning to the harvest-field; Tears turn dry from the ardent swiftness of the Beloved's stride.
Here, a sharp gaze is a pearl and also like lightning to a harvest-field. Tears dry up due to the ardour and swiftness of the Beloved's stride.
14
है सवा नेज़े पे उस के क़ामत-ए-नौ-ख़ेज़ से
आफ़्ताब-ए-सुब्ह-ए-महशर है गुल-ए-दस्तार-ए-दोस्त
By his fresh, towering stature, the sun soars a spear-length and a quarter high;The sun of Doomsday's dawn is but a flower in the beloved's turban.
Due to his fresh, towering stature, the sun stands a spear-length and a quarter high. The sun of Doomsday's morning is merely a flower in the beloved's turban.
15
ऐ अदू-ए-मस्लहत चंद ब-ज़ब्त अफ़्सुर्दा रह
करदनी है जम्अ' ताब-ए-शोख़ी-ए-दीदार-ए-दोस्त
O foe of wisdom, for a while, in patient sorrow lie,One must collect the strength for the Beloved's playful eye.
O foe of wisdom, for a while, remain sadly subdued with restraint. One must gather the strength to endure the playfulness of the beloved's gaze.
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लग़्ज़िश-ए-मस्ताना ओ जोश-ए-तमाशा है 'असद'
आतिश-ए-मय से बहार-ए-गरमी-ए-बाज़ार-ए-दोस्त
Asad, it's the drunken stumble, the fervor of the show, From wine's fiery glow, the friend's market warmly does glow.
Asad, it is the drunken stumble and the excitement of the spectacle. From the fire of wine, the warmth of the friend's gathering flourishes like spring.
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