Ghazal
बिसात-ए-इज्ज़ में था एक दिल यक क़तरा ख़ूँ वो भी
This ghazal vividly paints a picture of extreme helplessness and profound sorrow, portraying the heart as a fragile drop of blood perpetually burdened by grief. It explores the depths of unfulfilled desires and the bitter irony that even expressing pain only serves to intensify one's internal suffering, leaving no escape from despair.
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बिसात-ए-इज्ज़ में था एक दिल यक क़तरा ख़ूँ वो भी
सो रहता है ब-अंदाज़-ए-चकीदन सर-निगूँ वो भी
In helplessness's realm, one heart, a drop of blood, was all;And even that stays bowed, like a tear about to fall.
In the realm of helplessness, there was one heart, which was just a drop of blood. Even that heart remains bowed down, in the manner of a tear about to drip.
2
रहे उस शोख़ से आज़ुर्दा हम चंदे तकल्लुफ़ से
तकल्लुफ़ बरतरफ़ था एक अंदाज़-ए-जुनूँ वो भी
For a while, with that mischievous one, we feigned displeasure, just for formality's sake;But frankly, even that pretense was a distinct manner of our own madness.
For a while, we pretended to be displeased with that mischievous one, just for formality's sake. But frankly, even that pretense was a distinct manner of our own madness.
3
ख़याल-ए-मर्ग कब तस्कीं दिल-ए-आज़ुर्दा को बख़्शे
मिरे दाम-ए-तमन्ना में है इक सैद-ए-ज़बूँ वो भी
When will the thought of death bring comfort to my grief-filled heart?Even it, a meager prize, is tangled in desire's net, playing a futile part.
When will the thought of death grant comfort to my grieved heart? Even that (death), a weak prize, is caught in the net of my desires.
4
न करता काश नाला मुझ को क्या मालूम था हमदम
कि होगा बाइस-ए-अफ़्ज़ाइश-ए-दर्द-ए-दरूँ वो भी
I wish I hadn't cried out, my friend, how could I know,That it too would make my inner sorrow grow?
I wish I hadn't cried out, my friend, how could I have known that even that would cause my inner pain to increase?
5
न इतना बुर्रिश-ए-तेग़-ए-जफ़ा पर नाज़ फ़रमाओ
मिरे दरिया-ए-बे-ताबी में है इक मौज-ए-ख़ूँ वो भी
Do not take such pride in your oppressor's blade so keen,For in my river of impatience, a wave of blood is also seen.
Do not take so much pride in the sharpness of the sword of oppression. For in my river of restlessness, there is also a wave of blood.
6
मय-ए-इशरत की ख़्वाहिश साक़ी-ए-गर्दूं से क्या कीजे
लिए बैठा है इक दो चार जाम-ए-वाज़-गूँ वो भी
Why ask the cup-bearer of the heavens for joy's sweet wine?He himself sits with but a few cups of sorrow, fate malign.
Why desire the wine of joy from the cup-bearer of the heavens? He himself is also sitting with just a few cups of misfortune.
7
मिरे दिल में है 'ग़ालिब' शौक़-ए-वस्ल ओ शिकवा-ए-हिज्राँ
ख़ुदा वो दिन करे जो उस से मैं ये भी कहूँ वो भी
Ghalib, in my heart, I bear both yearning for union and parting's complaint;
Ghalib, in my heart, there is both the desire for union and the complaint of separation. May God bring that day when I can say both this (desire) and that (complaint) to her.
8
मुझे मालूम है जो तू ने मेरे हक़ में सोचा है
कहीं हो जाए जल्द ऐ गर्दिश-ए-गर्दून-ए-दूँ वो भी
I know what you have thought concerning my fate,O turning of this base sky, may that too quickly be.
I know what you have thought concerning me. O turning of this base sky, may that too quickly come to pass.
9
नज़र राहत पे मेरी कर न वा'दा शब के आने का
कि मेरी ख़्वाब-बंदी के लिए होगा फ़ुसूँ वो भी
Gaze not upon my seeming ease, and promise not the night's arrival,For even that will prove a charm, to banish slumber's light.
Do not look at my comfort, nor promise the arrival of the night, because even that will become a spell to prevent my sleep.
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