Ghazal
जिस बज़्म में तू नाज़ से गुफ़्तार में आवे
This ghazal exquisitely praises the beloved's captivating beauty and enchanting presence, which leaves everyone spellbound and motionless. It describes how the beloved's graceful entry into any space commands all attention, making even nature's beauty seem to follow them. The lover also expresses profound suffering, yearning for the cruel beloved to acknowledge their pain, perhaps even finding pleasure in it.
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जिस बज़्म में तू नाज़ से गुफ़्तार में आवे
जाँ कालबद-ए-सूरत-ए-दीवार में आवे
In the assembly where you speak with charming grace,Life, in a body, takes a wall's unmoving place.
When you speak with charming grace in an assembly, everyone's life becomes like a motionless wall, meaning they are left stunned and silent. Their very being turns rigid like a wall.
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साए की तरह साथ फिरें सर्व ओ सनोबर
तू इस क़द-ए-दिलकश से जो गुलज़ार में आवे
Like shadows, the cypress and pine will follow along,Should you, with that enchanting gait, enter the garden fair.
If you enter the garden with your captivating gait, even the cypress and pine trees will follow you like shadows.
3
तब नाज़-ए-गिराँ माइगी-ए-अश्क बजा है
जब लख़्त-ए-जिगर दीदा-ए-ख़ूँ-बार में आवे
Then is the tears' weighty pride justified,When pieces of the heart in blood-laden eyes appear.
Then the weighty pride of tears is justified, when pieces of the heart appear in blood-raining eyes.
4
दे मुझ को शिकायत की इजाज़त कि सितमगर
कुछ तुझ को मज़ा भी मिरे आज़ार में आवे
Grant me permission, O cruel one, to complain,For you too might find some pleasure in my pain.
Grant me permission, O cruel one, to complain, so that you too might find some enjoyment in my pain.
5
उस चश्म-ए-फ़ुसूँ-गर का अगर पाए इशारा
तूती की तरह आइना गुफ़्तार में आवे
If that bewitching eye should give a sign, the mirror, like a parrot, would begin to speak.
If that bewitching eye were to give a sign, the mirror would begin to speak like a parrot.
6
काँटों की ज़बाँ सूख गई प्यास से या रब
इक आबला-पा वादी-ए-पुर-ख़ार में आवे
O Lord, the very tongues of thorns have dried up from thirst,May a blister-footed soul enter this thorn-filled valley.
O Lord, the tongues of the thorns have dried up from thirst, indicating an extreme state of desolation. May a blister-footed person nonetheless come into this valley filled with thorns.
7
मर जाऊँ न क्यूँ रश्क से जब वो तन-ए-नाज़ुक
आग़ोश-ए-ख़म-ए-हल्क़ा-ए-ज़ुन्नार में आवे
Why shouldn't I die of envy's keen pain,When that delicate form, so fair, so slight,In the curved embrace of the sacred thread does gain?
Why should I not die of envy when that delicate form comes into the curved embrace of the sacred thread?
8
ग़ारत-गर-ए-नामूस न हो गर हवस-ए-ज़र
क्यूँ शाहिद-ए-गुल बाग़ से बाज़ार में आवे
If greed for wealth did not dishonor's shroud cast,Why would the flower's beauty to the market be passed?
If the greed for wealth did not destroy honor, why would the beauty of a flower leave the garden and come to the market?
9
तब चाक-ए-गरेबाँ का मज़ा है दिल-ए-नालाँ
जब इक नफ़स उलझा हुआ हर तार में आवे
O lamenting heart, the true meaning of tearing the collar is then,
When a single breath comes, entangled in every single thread.
O lamenting heart, the true meaning of tearing one's collar in despair is only realized when a single breath feels so deeply entangled that it seems caught in every thread of your being.
10
आतिश-कदा है सीना मिरा राज़-ए-निहाँ से
ऐ वाए अगर मा'रिज़-ए-इज़हार में आवे
My breast's a fiery furnace, with a secret deep,
Alas, should that hidden truth ever out creep.
My chest is a fiery furnace due to a hidden secret. Alas, what a tragedy if that secret ever comes to be expressed.
11
गंजीना-ए-मअ'नी का तिलिस्म उस को समझिए
जो लफ़्ज़ कि 'ग़ालिब' मिरे अशआ'र में आवे
Consider it the magic of meaning's trove,Each word, Ghalib, that in my verse is wove.
Consider every word appearing in my verses, Ghalib, to be the enchantment of a treasure-house of meanings.
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