Ghazal
बर्शिकाल-ए-गिर्या-ए-आशिक़ है देखा चाहिए
This ghazal vividly depicts the overwhelming sorrow of a lover, comparing their incessant tears to a rainy season so intense that even garden walls seem to bloom from the moisture. It explores the profound and inescapable nature of love, arguing that any claim of detachment from the beloved is false. Ultimately, it emphasizes how love's grip is so strong that even symbols of freedom, like the cypress, remain captivated by the garden of affection.
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बर्शिकाल-ए-गिर्या-ए-आशिक़ है देखा चाहिए
खिल गई मानिंद-ए-गुल सौ जा से दीवार-ए-चमन
The lover's tears, a monsoon, one must behold,The garden wall, in a hundred places, like flowers unfolded.
It is the monsoon of the lover's weeping, it should be seen. The garden wall has bloomed like a flower from a hundred places.
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उल्फ़त-ए-गुल से ग़लत है दावा-ए-वारस्तगी
सर्व है बा-वस्फ़-ए-आज़ादी गिरफ़्तार-ए-चमन
With love for the rose, false is the claim of detachment's art,The cypress, though free, is captive to the garden's heart.
The claim of detachment is false if there is love for the flower. The cypress tree, despite its freedom, is a captive of the garden.
3
साफ़ है अज़ बस-कि अक्स-ए-गुल से गुलज़ार-ए-चमन
जानशीन-ए-जौहर-ए-आईना है ख़ार-ए-चमन
So pristine is the garden, by the rose's reflection made so bright,The garden's thorn now inherits the mirror's essence, pure and light.
The flower-garden of the chaman is so clear from the reflection of flowers, because the thorn of the chaman is the inheritor of the essence of a mirror.
4
है नज़ाकत बस कि फ़स्ल-ए-गुल में मेमार-ए-चमन
क़ालिब-ए-गुल में ढली है ख़िश्त-ए-दीवार-ए-चमन
Such is the grace in the season of bloom, The garden's builder casts each wall-brick in a flower's mould.
Such is the delicacy that in the season of flowers, the architect of the garden has molded the brick of the garden wall into the form of a flower.
5
तेरी आराइश का इस्तिक़बाल करती है बहार
जौहर-ए-आईना है याँ नक़्श-ए-एहज़ार-ए-चमन
For your adornment, spring extends its welcome wide,The mirror's essence here, a thousand gardens hide.
Spring welcomes your adornment. Here, the reflection of thousands of gardens is the essence of the mirror.
6
बस कि पाई यार की रंगीं-अदाई से शिकस्त
है कुलाह-ए-नाज़-ए-गुल बर ताक़-ए-दीवार-ए-चमन
From the beloved's vibrant charm, such utter rout was met, The flower's proud cap now on the garden wall's niche is set.
Simply because it suffered defeat from the beloved's colorful grace, the flower's proud cap/crown is placed upon the niche of the garden wall.
7
वक़्त है गर बुलबुल-ए-मिस्कीं ज़ुलेख़ाई करे
यूसुफ़-ए-गुल जल्वा-फ़रमा है ब-बाज़ार-ए-चमन
Now is the time if the poor nightingale plays Zulaikha's part,For Joseph, the Rose, makes his beauty known in the garden's market heart.
If the poor nightingale were to act like Zulekha (become infatuated), then the Yusuf of flowers (the extremely beautiful flower) is displaying itself in the market of the garden.
8
वहशत-अफ़्ज़ा गिर्या-हा मौक़ूफ़-ए-फ़स्ल-ए-गुल 'असद'
चश्म-ए-दरिया-रेज़ है मीज़ाब-ए-सरकार-ए-चमन
Asad, these frantic tears, they spring forth with the season of rose; My eye that pours like rivers, the waterspout where the garden grows.
O Asad, the madness-inducing cries are tied to the season of flowers. My river-like weeping eye is the garden-master's drain-spout.
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