Ghazal
एक जा हर्फ़-ए-वफ़ा लिक्खा था सो भी मिट गया
This ghazal explores the transient nature of a beloved's loyalty and the profound agony of unfulfilled desires, where every breath feels like fire. It portrays the universal human condition of distress, compelling all to lament. Ultimately, it alludes to a divine presence whose pervasive manifestation imbues the entire cosmos, even excusing its inherent restlessness.
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एक जा हर्फ़-ए-वफ़ा लिक्खा था सो भी मिट गया
ज़ाहिरन काग़ज़ तिरे ख़त का गलत-बर-दार है
One place bore loyalty's word, that too is now erased;Apparently, your letter's paper is faulty, its promise effaced.
In one place, the word of loyalty was written, but even that has been erased. It appears your letter's paper is faulty.
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जी जले ज़ौक़-ए-फ़ना की ना-तमामी पर न क्यूँ
हम नहीं जलते नफ़स हर चंद आतिश-बार है
Why shouldn't my heart burn at the incomplete relish of annihilation? We are not consumed, though every breath is a shower of fire.
Why shouldn't my heart burn at the incompleteness of the relish of annihilation? We are not consumed, even though every breath is like a shower of fire.
3
आग से पानी में बुझते वक़्त उठती है सदा
हर कोई दरमांदगी में नाले से नाचार है
A sound emerges from fire, when in water it finds its end,In helplessness, every soul to a mournful cry does bend.
A sound emerges from fire when it is extinguished in water. Similarly, everyone is compelled to make a mournful cry in their helplessness.
4
है वही बद-मस्ती-ए-हर-ज़र्रा का ख़ुद 'उज़्र-ख़्वाह
जिस के जल्वे से ज़मीं ता आसमाँ सरशार है
He Himself excuses every particle's wild, drunken state,Whose manifestation makes earth to sky brim with joyous elation.
He Himself is the one who excuses the wild intoxication of every particle. It is by His manifestation that everything from earth to sky is brimming with joy.
5
मुझ से मत कह तू हमें कहता था अपनी ज़िंदगी
ज़िंदगी से भी मिरा जी इन दिनों बे-ज़ार है
Do not tell me you once called me your very life,For even from life itself, my heart is weary these days.
Do not tell me you once called me your life. These days, my heart is even weary of life itself.
6
आँख की तस्वीर सर-नामे पे खींची है कि ता
तुझ पे खुल जावे कि इस को हसरत-ए-दीदार है
An eye's image on the title I portrayed,So to you its yearning for sight is displayed.
I have drawn the image of an eye on the title page, so that it may become clear to you that it (the eye/person) has an intense longing to see you.
7
बिस कि हैरत से ज़ि-पा उफ़्तादा-ए-ज़िन्हार है
नाख़ुन-ए-अंगुश्त-ए-बुत ख़ाल-ए-लब-ए-बीमार है
Such is the wonder, it makes caution itself lie low,The idol's finger-nail, a sick lip's mole, does show.
Such is the wonder that caution itself has fallen prostrate and become helpless. The fingernail of the beloved's finger is like a mole on a sick lip.
8
ज़ुल्फ़ से शब दरमियाँ दादन नहीं मुमकिन दरेग़
वर्ना सद-महशर ब-रेहन-ए-साफ़ी-ए-रुख़्सार है
Alas, to place 'night' 'twixt the t tresses is not possible,
Else a hundred Doomsdays stand as pledge for the cheek's pure light.
Alas, it is not possible to place 'night' amidst the tresses. Otherwise, a hundred Doomsdays stand as a pledge for the pure radiance of the cheek.
9
दर-ख़याल आबाद सौदा-ए-सर-ए-मिज़्गान-ए-दोस्त
सद-रग-ए-जाँ जादा-आसा वक़्फ़-ए-नश्तर-ज़ार है
In thought, the madness for the beloved's eyelashes resides,A hundred life-veins, like a path, to a lancet-field it yields.
In thought, the obsession for the tips of the beloved's eyelashes resides. A hundred life-veins, like a path, are dedicated to a field of lancets.
10
बस-कि वीरानी से कुफ़्र-ओ-दीं हुए ज़ेर-ओ-ज़बर
गर्द-ए-सहरा-ए-हरम ता-कूचा-ए-ज़ुन्नार है
So vast the ruin, faith and doubt alike lie scattered low;The dust of Haram's desert to the sacred thread-lane does flow.
So extensive is the desolation that both disbelief and faith have been turned upside down. The dust from the desert of Haram has reached up to the lane of the sacred thread.
11
ऐ सर-ए-शोरीदा नाज़-ए-'इश्क़ व पास-ए-आबरू
यक तरफ़ सौदा व यकसू मिन्नत-ए-दस्तार है
O troubled head, the pride of love and honour's preservation,On one side, obsession's fire; on the other, the turban's expectation.
O troubled head, on one side there is the pride of love and the preservation of honor, and on the other side, there is obsession and the obligation of the turban (symbolizing social status).
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वस्ल में दिल इंतिज़ार-ए-तुर्फ़ा रखता है मगर
फ़ित्ना ताराज-ए-तमन्ना के लिए दरकार है
In union, my heart a strange wait does keep,
But mischief is needed, desire's ruin to heap.
Even during moments of union, the heart holds a strange anticipation, but mischief is necessary for the ruin of desires.
13
ख़ानमाँ-हा पाएमाल-ए-शोख़ी-ए-दा'वे 'असद'
साया-ए-दीवार सैलाब-ए-दर-ओ-दीवार है
Asad, our homes are laid waste by the boldness of our claims;The wall's own shadow is a flood for its very doors and frames.
Asad, our homes are ruined by the audacity of our claims. The wall's own shadow becomes a flood for its doors and frames.
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