Ghazal
Jaada-e-rah Khur Ko Waqt-e-shaam Hai Taar-e-shuaaCharkh Waa Karta Hai
जादा-ए-रह ख़ुर को वक़्त-ए-शाम है तार-ए-शुआअ'
This ghazal, rich in complex imagery, explores themes of transience and beauty, likening the sun's fading light and the moon's farewell to moments of profound transition. It delves into the silent astonishment provoked by beauty and the intricate essence of creation, using the metaphor of a mirror absorbed in endless innovation. Ultimately, it reflects on the quest for clarity and self-realization amidst the dust of life's conflicts and wonders.
Source: rekhta · HI
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1
जादा-ए-रह ख़ुर को वक़्त-ए-शाम है तार-ए-शुआअ'
चर्ख़ वा करता है माह-ए-नौ से आग़ोश-ए-विदा'अ
The sun's evening path is a mere thread of light;The sky offers the new moon a farewell embrace.
At evening, the sun's path is a mere thread of light; the sky opens a farewell embrace with the new moon.
2
शम्अ' से है बज़्म-ए-अंगुश्त-ए-तहय्युर दर दहन
शोला-ए-आवाज़-ए-ख़ूबाँ पर ब-हंगाम-ए-सिमाअ'
At the time of listening to the flame-like voices of the beautiful ones, the candle itself holds a finger of wonder to its mouth, utterly silent.
Upon hearing the flame-like voices of the beautiful ones, the candle itself is struck with such wonder that it places a finger of astonishment to its mouth, remaining utterly silent.
3
जूँ पर-ए-ताऊस जौहर तख़्ता मश्क़-ए-रंग है
बस-कि है वो क़िबला-ए-आईना महव-ए-इख़तिराअ'
Like a peacock's plume, its essence is a canvas for hues' display, For that Qibla of mirrors is immersed in innovation's way.
Just like a peacock's feather, its essence serves as a canvas for the practice of colors. This is because that beloved, who is a focal point of beauty like a qibla of mirrors, is deeply engrossed in constant innovation and creation.
4
रंजिश-ए-हैरत-सरिश्ताँ सीना-साफ़ी पेशकश
जौहर-ए-आईना है याँ गर्द-ए-मैदान-ए-नज़ाअ'
The chagrin of those whose very nature is wonder, offers a heart's clarity;
For here, the mirror's essence is the dust of contention's battlefield.
The vexation experienced by those whose nature is wonder offers purity of heart; for here, the mirror's true essence is found in the dust of contention's battlefield.
5
चार सू-ए-दहर में बाज़ार-ए-ग़फ़लत गर्म है
अक़्ल के नुक़साँ से उठता है ख़याल-ए-इन्तिफ़ाअ'
Through the world's expanse, the market of neglect holds sway,From intellect's own loss, the dream of gain holds day.
The market of heedlessness is bustling throughout the world. The thought of gain often arises from the loss of intellect.
6
आश्ना 'ग़ालिब' नहीं हैं दर्द-ए-दिल के आश्ना
वर्ना किस को मेरे अफ़्साने की ताब-ए-इस्तिमाअ'
O Ghalib, they who claim acquaintance know not the heart's deepest pain;Else, who would possess the patience to hear my sorrowful refrain?
O Ghalib, those who claim acquaintance are not truly familiar with the pain of the heart. Otherwise, who would have the patience to listen to my tale of sorrow?
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