Ghazal
ग़म नहीं होता है आज़ादों को बेश अज़-यक-नफ़स
This ghazal highlights the stoic detachment of truly emancipated souls who refuse to let grief linger beyond a single breath, meeting adversity with resolute defiance. It explores themes of existential freedom, philosophical aloofness, and the transient, illusory nature of worldly existence.
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ग़म नहीं होता है आज़ादों को बेश अज़-यक-नफ़स
बर्क़ से करते हैं रौशन शम्-ए-मातम-ख़ाना हम
For the free-spirited, grief endures no longer than a single breath; with a bolt of lightning we ignite the candle of our house of mourning.
Free-spirited people do not experience grief for more than a single breath; we light the candle in our house of mourning with a flash of lightning.
2
महफ़िलें बरहम करे है गंजिंफ़ा-बाज़-ए-ख़याल
हैं वरक़-गर्दानी-ए-नैरंग-ए-यक-बुत-ख़ाना हम
Imagination, the card-player, scatters every gathering away; / We are but the shuffling pages of illusion's idol-temple on display.
The card-player of imagination disrupts assemblies; we are merely like the turning of pages in the wondrous illusions of an idol-temple.
3
बावजूद-ए-यक-जहाँ हंगामा पैदाई नहीं
हैं चराग़ान-ए-शबिस्तान-ए-दिल-ए-परवाना हम
Despite a whole world of tumult, no clamour comes to light; we are the festival of lamps within the bedchamber of the moth's heart.
Despite harboring an entire world of tumult, no outward commotion appears; we are like the quiet illumination within the bedchamber of a moth's heart.
4
ज़ोफ़ से है ने क़नाअत से ये तर्क-ए-जुस्तुजू
हैं वबाल-ए-तकिया-गाह-ए-हिम्मत-ए-मर्दाना हम
Neither through weakness nor contentment have we quit this quest; upon the pillow of manly courage, a heavy burden we rest.
We have abandoned our quest neither out of weakness nor out of contentment; rather, we have become a burden upon the resting-place of manly courage.
5
दाइम-उल-हब्स इस में हैं लाखों तमन्नाएँ 'असद'
जानते हैं सीना-ए-पुर-ख़ूँ को ज़िंदाँ-ख़ाना हम
Held in perpetual captivity are a myriad desires, Asad; we know this blood-drenched breast to be nothing less than a prison-house.
O Asad, millions of desires are perpetually imprisoned within it, which is why we consider our blood-filled chest to be a prison.
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बस-कि हैं बद-मस्त-ए-ब-शिकन ब-शिकन-ए-मय-ख़ाना हम
मू-ए-शीशा को समझते हैं ख़त-ए-पैमाना हम
So utterly drunk in every winding fold of the tavern are we, that the hairline crack in the glass flask we take as the measure-line of our cup.
We are so heavily intoxicated throughout the folds of the tavern that we mistake a hairline crack on the wine flask for the measurement mark of the cup.
7
बस-कि हर-यक-मू-ए-ज़ुल्फ़-अफ़्शाँ से है तार-ए-शुआअ'
पंजा-ए-ख़ुर्शीद को समझे हैं दस्त-ए-शाना हम
So radiant is every strand of her loosened, scattered hair, / We mistook the sun's outstretched rays for a comb passing there.
Since every single strand of her scattered hair is like a ray of light, we mistook the rays of the sun for a hand combing through them.
8
मश्क़-ए-अज़-ख़ुद-रफ़्तगी से हैं ब-गुलज़ार-ए-ख़याल
आश्ना ताबीर-ए-ख़्वाब-ए-सब्ज़ा-ए-बेगाना हम
Through constant practice of losing the self, within the garden of thought, we are attuned to decipher the dream of the alien grass.
Through the constant practice of losing ourselves, we have become familiar with the interpretation of the alien greenery's dream in the rose-garden of thought.
9
फ़र्त-ए-बे-ख़्वाबी से हैं शब-हा-ए-हिज्र-ए-यार में
जूँ ज़बान-ए-शम्अ' दाग़-ए-गर्मी-ए-अफ़्साना हम
Through nights of parting from the beloved, by sleeplessness consumed, / Like a candle's burning tongue, we bear the scar of our own fervent tale.
Due to extreme sleeplessness in the nights of separation from the beloved, we have become like the flame of a candle, bearing the burning scar of the heat of our own tale.
10
शाम-ए-ग़म में सोज़-ए-इश्क़-ए-आतिश-ए-रुख़्सार से
पुर-फ़शान-ए-सोख़्तन हैं सूरत-ए-परवाना हम
In sorrow's twilight, ignited by love for your fiery, radiant face, like the moth, we flutter our burning wings, consumed in love's embrace.
In the evening of sorrow, driven by the burning passion of love for the beloved's fiery face, we are fluttering our wings while burning just like a moth.
11
हसरत-ए-अर्ज़-ए-तमन्ना याँ से समझा चाहिए
दो-जहाँ हश्र-ए-ज़बान-ए-ख़ुश्क हैं जूँ शाना हम
The agony of voicing desire must from our plight be understood: like a comb, across both worlds we are a clamor of parched tongues.
The unfulfilled longing of expressing desire should be understood from our condition; like the teeth of a comb, we are a multitude of parched tongues across both worlds.
12
कश्ती-ए-आलम ब-तूफ़ान-ए-तग़ाफ़ुल दे कि हैं
आलम-ए-आब-ए-गुदाज़-ए-जौहर-ए-अफ़्साना हम
Cast the bark of the world to the storm of your neglect, for we / Are but the molten essence of a fable dissolving into tears.
Surrender the boat of this world to the storm of neglect, for our existence is merely the dissolved, watery essence of a fictional tale.
13
वहशत-ए-बे-रब्ती-ए-पेच-ओ-ख़म-ए-हस्ती न पूछ
नंग-ए-बालीदन हैं जूँ मू-ए-सर-ए-दीवाना हम
Ask not of the wild chaos in life's tangled coils and turns; like the unkempt hair on a madman's head, our very growth is a disgrace.
Do not ask of the wild disorder in life's twists and turns. Like the unruly hair on a madman's head, our very growth and existence is a source of disgrace.
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