Ghazal
ग़ैर लें महफ़िल में बोसे जाम के
This ghazal captures the bitter pangs of longing and jealousy as the poet watches rivals enjoy the beloved's favor while he remains thirsty even for a word. It blends personal despair with philosophical resignation, attributing one's broken state to the cruel machinations of fate rather than blaming the beloved.
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ग़ैर लें महफ़िल में बोसे जाम के
हम रहें यूँ तिश्ना-लब पैग़ाम के
In the gathering, rivals kiss the lip of the wine cup, while parched-lipped, I thirst even for a single message.
In the gathering, rivals kiss the wine cup, while we remain thus, thirsty even for a single message.
2
ख़स्तगी का तुम से क्या शिकवा कि ये
हथकण्डे हैं चर्ख़-ए-नीली-फ़ाम के
Why complain to you of my broken state? These are but the stratagems of the azure sky.
Why should I complain to you about my broken and weary condition, when these are merely the tricks and stratagems of the blue sky (fate)?
3
ख़त लिखेंगे गरचे मतलब कुछ न हो
हम तो आशिक़ हैं तुम्हारे नाम के
I shall write letters, though there be no message to convey; after all, I am merely in love with your name.
I will write letters even if there is no particular message or purpose in them, because I am simply in love with your name.
4
रात पी ज़मज़म पे मय और सुब्ह-दम
धोए धब्बे जामा-ए-एहराम के
At holy Zamzam wine was quaffed all night, and with the break of dawn, / Washed clean were all the wine-stains from the sacred pilgrim garment worn.
All night long I drank wine at the holy well of Zamzam, and at daybreak, I washed the wine stains off my pilgrim robe.
5
दिल को आँखों ने फँसाया क्या मगर
ये भी हल्क़े हैं तुम्हारे दाम के
Was it the eyes that ensnared the heart? And yet, they too are merely loops within your net.
Did your eyes ensnare my heart? But then, they too are merely rings within the snare you have laid.
6
शाह के है ग़ुस्ल-ए-सेह्हत की ख़बर
देखिए कब दिन फिरें हम्माम के
Word arrives of the King's bath of recovery; let us see when the fortunes of the bathhouse turn.
News has arrived of the King's ceremonial bath of recovery from illness; let us see when the good fortune of the bathhouse returns.
7
इश्क़ ने 'ग़ालिब' निकम्मा कर दिया
वर्ना हम भी आदमी थे काम के
Love has rendered me utterly useless, O Ghalib; else I, too, was once a man of worth.
Love has rendered me utterly useless, Ghalib, otherwise I too was once a capable and productive person.
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