Ghazal
Kyun Jal Gaya Na Taab-e-rukh-e-yaar Dekh KarJalta Hoon Apni
क्यूँ जल गया न ताब-ए-रुख़-ए-यार देख कर
This ghazal by Ghalib explores the paradoxical agony of love, where the lover laments not being consumed by the beloved's radiant beauty but instead burns from the intensity of his own gaze. He is called a fire-worshipper for his fiery laments and questions the value of love amidst common cruelty. The lover expresses a unique jealousy, dying not from the beloved's sword but from envy of the sword itself, which is held by the beloved.
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क्यूँ जल गया न ताब-ए-रुख़-ए-यार देख कर
जलता हूँ अपनी ताक़त-ए-दीदार देख कर
Why did I not burn away, seeing the beloved's radiant face? I now burn, seeing my own strength to gaze.
Why did I not burn away upon seeing the beloved's radiant face? Now, I am consumed by anguish, realizing my own strength to gaze upon it.
2
आतिश-परस्त कहते हैं अहल-ए-जहाँ मुझे
सरगर्म-ए-नाला-हा-ए-शरर-बार देख कर
The people of the world call me a fire-worshipper, seeing me engrossed in my spark-raining laments.
The people of the world call me a fire-worshipper, seeing me deeply absorbed in my laments that shower sparks.
3
क्या आबरू-ए-इश्क़ जहाँ आम हो जफ़ा
रुकता हूँ तुम को बे-सबब आज़ार देख कर
What honor has love, where cruelty prevails? I hesitate, seeing you suffer without cause.
What honor does love possess where cruelty is widespread? I hesitate, seeing you suffer without any cause.
4
आता है मेरे क़त्ल को पर जोश-ए-रश्क से
मरता हूँ उस के हाथ में तलवार देख कर
He comes to slay me, but from a jealous rage I start to swoon,I die just seeing the sword in his hand, too soon.
He comes to kill me, but driven by a fit of jealousy. I die simply by seeing the sword in his hand.
5
साबित हुआ है गर्दन-ए-मीना पे ख़ून-ए-ख़ल्क़
लरज़े है मौज-ए-मय तिरी रफ़्तार देख कर
The blood of humankind is evident upon the wine-flask's throat;The wave of wine itself trembles, seeing your elegant gait.
The blood of people is proven to be upon the neck of the wine-flask; even the wave of wine trembles upon seeing your gait.
6
वा-हसरता कि यार ने खींचा सितम से हाथ
हम को हरीस-ए-लज़्ज़त-ए-आज़ार देख कर
Alas, my love has withdrawn their hand from cruelty,
Seeing me greedy for the pleasure of their agony.
Alas, my beloved has withdrawn their hand from cruelty, having seen my greed for the pleasure derived from their torment.
7
बिक जाते हैं हम आप मता-ए-सुख़न के साथ
लेकिन अयार-ए-तबअ-ए-ख़रीदार देख कर
We ourselves are sold, along with our merchandise of verse,But only after discerning the temperament of the buyer.
We sell ourselves along with our merchandise of verse, but only after observing the temperament and disposition of the buyer.
8
ज़ुन्नार बाँध सुब्हा-ए-सद-दाना तोड़ डाल
रह-रौ चले है राह को हमवार देख कर
Bind the sacred thread, break your hundred-bead rosary;A traveler proceeds when the path seems clear and easy.
Bind the sacred thread and break your hundred-bead rosary; a traveler only proceeds when the path appears smooth.
9
इन आबलों से पाँव के घबरा गया था मैं
जी ख़ुश हुआ है राह को पुर-ख़ार देख कर
My feet's many blisters had filled me with dread,But my heart found joy, seeing the path strewn with thorns ahead.
I was disheartened by the blisters on my feet, but seeing the path ahead full of thorns, my heart found joy.
10
क्या बद-गुमाँ है मुझ से कि आईने में मिरे
तूती का अक्स समझे है ज़ंगार देख कर
How distrustful you are of me, that in my mirror, you mistake a parrot's reflection for verdigris upon seeing it.
You are so distrustful of me that when you look into my mirror, you mistake the reflection of a parrot for mere verdigris.
11
गिरनी थी हम पे बर्क़-ए-तजल्ली न तूर पर
देते हैं बादा ज़र्फ़-ए-क़दह-ख़्वार देख कर
The lightning of divine effulgence should have fallen on us, not on Tur;Wine is given after seeing the capacity of the cup-drinker.
The lightning of divine manifestation should have fallen upon us, not on Mount Tur. Wine is given only after assessing the capacity of the cup-drinker.
12
सर फोड़ना वो 'ग़ालिब'-ए-शोरीदा हाल का
याद आ गया मुझे तिरी दीवार देख कर
That head-smashing of Ghalib, in his distraught state,I recalled, upon seeing your wall.
That head-smashing of Ghalib, in his distraught state.
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