Ghazal
बस-कि दुश्वार है हर काम का आसाँ होना
This ghazal by Ghalib delves into the profound difficulties of life, asserting that even simple tasks are arduous and true humanity is elusive. It portrays internal desolation that seeps into one's surroundings and explores the paradoxical nature of desire, where the self is both the journeyer and the source of wonder. Ultimately, it highlights the overwhelming power of divine manifestation that challenges and reshapes perception.
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बस-कि दुश्वार है हर काम का आसाँ होना
आदमी को भी मुयस्सर नहीं इंसाँ होना
How hard it is for every task to become easy,Even for man, to truly be human, is not to be.
It is very difficult for every task to become easy. Even for a human being, to truly become human is not easily attainable.
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गिर्या चाहे है ख़राबी मिरे काशाने की
दर ओ दीवार से टपके है बयाबाँ होना
My weeping craves the ruin of my dwelling, From doors and walls, a wilderness seems to drip.
My weeping desires the ruin of my home. From the doors and walls, a wilderness seems to drip.
3
वाए-दीवानगी-ए-शौक़ कि हर दम मुझ को
आप जाना उधर और आप ही हैराँ होना
Ah, the madness of desire, that every moment for me, I myself journey forth, then myself perplexed be.
Ah, such is the madness of desire that every moment I myself go there, and then I myself become astonished.
4
जल्वा अज़-बस-कि तक़ाज़ा-ए-निगह करता है
जौहर-ए-आइना भी चाहे है मिज़्गाँ होना
So fiercely does the splendor a gaze demand,That the mirror's essence longs to be eyelashes.
The splendor demands a gaze so intensely that even the essence of the mirror wishes to become eyelashes.
5
इशरत-ए-क़त्ल-गह-ए-अहल-ए-तमन्ना मत पूछ
ईद-ए-नज़्ज़ारा है शमशीर का उर्यां होना
Do not inquire of the ecstasy of the desirous at their killing ground,For the baring of the sword is a festival for the gaze.
Do not ask about the joy of those who desire at their killing ground, because for them, the baring of the sword is a festival for the gaze.
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ले गए ख़ाक में हम दाग़-ए-तमन्ना-ए-नशात
तू हो और आप ब-सद-रंग-ए-गुलिस्ताँ होना
The mark of joy's desire, to dust we bore its sting,May you, a hundred-hued garden, keep on blossoming.
We carried the mark of joy's desire into the dust (grave). May you, yourself, be a garden of a hundred colors.
7
इशरत-ए-पारा-ए-दिल ज़ख़्म-ए-तमन्ना खाना
लज़्ज़त-ए-रीश-ए-जिगर ग़र्क़-ए-नमक-दाँ होना
The broken heart's pleasure, to suffer the wound of desire; the raw liver's delight, to be drenched in salt.
The pleasure for a broken heart is to bear the wound of desire. The delight of a wounded liver is to be immersed in salt.
8
की मिरे क़त्ल के बा'द उस ने जफ़ा से तौबा
हाए उस ज़ूद-पशेमाँ का पशेमाँ होना
After my murder, he repented his cruelty;Alas, that swift-remorseful one's remorse!
After my murder, he repented his cruelty. Alas, that quickly remorseful person's remorse!
9
हैफ़ उस चार गिरह कपड़े की क़िस्मत 'ग़ालिब'
जिस की क़िस्मत में हो आशिक़ का गरेबाँ होना
Alas, O Ghalib, for the fate of that mere four-finger cloth,Whose destiny it is to be the lover's torn collar.
Alas, O Ghalib, for the fate of that small piece of cloth, whose destiny it is to become the collar of a lover.
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