Ghazal
Junun Tohmat-kash-e-taskin Na Ho Gar Shadmani Ki
जुनूँ तोहमत-कश-ए-तस्कीं न हो गर शादमानी की
In this ghazal, Ghalib philosophically reflects on the paradoxical nature of existence and suffering, where worldly pleasures only deepen the heart's wounds. He contemplates the futility of escaping life's inherent struggles, suggesting that turmoil and motion are intrinsic to being itself.
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जुनूँ तोहमत-कश-ए-तस्कीं न हो गर शादमानी की
नमक-पाश-ए-ख़राश-ए-दिल है लज़्ज़त ज़िंदगानी की
Were madness not accused of seeking solace in delight, the zest of life is only salt upon the wounded heart.
If madness were not accused of finding solace in joy, then the pleasure of life is nothing more than salt sprinkled on the wounds of the heart.
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कशाकश-हा-ए-हस्ती से करे क्या सई-ए-आज़ादी
हुई ज़ंजीर मौज-ए-आब को फ़ुर्सत रवानी की
Why strive for freedom from the relentless conflicts of life? The very freedom to flow has turned into fetters for the wave.
Why should one make an effort to escape the struggles of life? For a wave of water, its very freedom to flow has become its chain.
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पस-अज़-मुर्दन भी दीवाना ज़ियारत-गाह-ए-तिफ़्लाँ है
शरार-ए-संग ने तुर्बत पे मेरी गुल-फ़िशानी की
Even in death, the madman's tomb remains a shrine for children; the sparks struck from their stones have scattered flowers upon my grave.
Even after death, this madman's grave remains a visiting place for children; the sparks struck by the stones they throw have scattered flowers upon my tomb.
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