Ghazal
है सब्ज़ा-ज़ार हर दर-ओ-दीवार-ए-ग़म-कदा
This ghazal explores the profound and pervasive nature of sorrow, likening a house of grief to a vibrant green garden, suggesting its overwhelming presence. It speaks of enduring helplessness and the difficulty of life's path without complaint, emphasizing that true pain resides within the heart and is difficult to articulate. The poet also laments a bygone era of glory and beauty, contrasting it with the present state.
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है सब्ज़ा-ज़ार हर दर-ओ-दीवार-ए-ग़म-कदा
जिस की बहार ये हो फिर उस की ख़िज़ाँ न पूछ
Every door and wall of this house of sorrow is a green expanse;If this be its spring, then do not ask of its autumn!
Every door and wall of this house of sorrow is a green expanse, meaning sorrow is pervasive. If this is its 'spring,' then do not ask about its 'autumn,' implying its state of decline would be unimaginably worse.
2
नाचार बेकसी की भी हसरत उठाइए
दुश्वारी-ए-रह-ओ-सितम-ए-हम-रहाँ न पूछ
Compelled, you must bear even the yearnings of despair,Ask not of the path's trials, nor companions' cruel snare.
Compelled, one must bear even the desires of helplessness. Do not inquire about the path's difficulties or the cruelty of fellow travelers.
3
जुज़ दिल सुराग़-ए-दर्द ब-दिल-ख़ुफ़्तगाँ न पूछ
आईना अर्ज़ कर ख़त-ओ-ख़ाल-ए-बयाँ न पूछ
From those with slumbering hearts, ask not for pain's true mark, save from the heart.Present the mirror; do not question expression's lines and moles.
Do not seek the trace of pain from those with slumbering hearts, for only the heart itself knows it. Instead of questioning outward expressions, present a mirror to see the truth.
4
हिन्दोस्तान साया-ए-गुल पा-ए-तख़्त था
जाह-ओ-जलाल-ए-अहद-ए-विसाल-ए-बुताँ न पूछ
Hindustan, the capital, beneath a flowery shade it lay, Ask not the grandeur of that era, when idols held their sway.
Hindustan was a capital city under the shade of flowers. Do not inquire about the grandeur and glory of the era of union with idols/beloveds.
5
पर्वाज़-ए-यक-तप-ए-ग़म-ए-तसख़ीर-ए-नाला है
गरमी-ए-नब्ज़-ए-ख़ार-ओ-ख़स-ए-आशियाँ न पूछ
The flight of lament is but a single throb of sorrow's conquest; Ask not of the pulse's warmth in the thorns and straw of the nest.
The flight of a lament is nothing more than a single throb in the conquest of sorrow. Do not ask about the warmth of the pulse within the thorns and straw that make up a nest.
6
तू मश्क़-ए-बाज़ कर दिल-ए-परवाना है बहार
बेताबी-ए-तजल्ली-ए-आतिश-ब-जाँ न पूछ
Practice your charm, for the moth's heart is in its spring; Ask not of the soul-scorching fire's restless effulgence.
Practice your captivating ways, for the moth's heart is in its prime. Do not inquire about the restless effulgence of the soul-consuming fire.
7
ग़फ़लत-मता-ए-कफ़्फ़ा-ए-मीज़ान-ए-अद्ल हूँ
या रब हिसाब-ए-सख़्ती-ए-ख़्वाब-ए-गिराँ न पूछ
My heedlessness, the substance in Justice's scale I am;O Lord, the harsh account of this deep slumber, do not demand.
I am the very substance of heedlessness placed in the pan of Justice's scale. O Lord, do not demand a harsh reckoning for this deep slumber of mine.
8
हर दाग़-ए-ताज़ा यक-दिल-ए-दाग़ इंतिज़ार है
अर्ज़-ए-फ़ज़ा-ए-सीना-ए-दर्द इम्तिहाँ न पूछ
Each fresh wound awaits a heart already scarred,Ask not the extent of this pained chest's ordeal.
Each fresh wound awaits a heart already scarred. Do not ask about the extent of the trials in this chest of pain.
9
कहता था कल वो महरम-ए-राज़ अपने से कि आह
दर्द-ए-जुदाइ-ए-'असद'-उल्लाह-ख़ाँ न पूछ
Yesterday he said to his confidant, with a sigh, "The pain of Asadullah Khan's parting, do not inquire!"
Yesterday, he told his confidant, sighing, 'Do not inquire about the pain of separation from Asadullah Khan.'
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