Ghazal
मिरी हस्ती फ़ज़ा-ए-हैरत आबाद-ए-तमन्ना है
This ghazal portrays life as a wondrous yet sorrowful abode of desire, where the poet feels perpetually caged, lamenting lost freedom regardless of the season. It speaks to the accidental nature of beloveds' loyalty and the often-unheard cries of broken hearts. Despite profound despair, the human spirit, even through regret, finds a way to renew its desires.
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मिरी हस्ती फ़ज़ा-ए-हैरत आबाद-ए-तमन्ना है
जिसे कहते हैं नाला वो इसी 'आलम का 'अन्क़ा है
My existence is the wonder-filled expanse of desire's realm;What is called a lament, is the phoenix of this very world.
My being is a wondrous realm of desires; what is called a lament is the mythical phoenix of this very world.
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ख़िज़ाँ क्या फ़स्ल-ए-गुल कहते हैं किस को कोई मौसम हो
वही हम हैं क़फ़स है और मातम बाल-ओ-पर का है
What are autumn or the season of flowers to us, what do they call them? Let any season prevail,We are still the same, here is the cage, and the lament is for our wings and feathers.
For us, what are autumn or the season of flowers? What do people call them? Let any season prevail, we remain the same; here is the cage, and our mourning is for our wings and feathers.
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वफ़ा-ए-दिलबराँ है इत्तिफ़ाक़ी वर्ना ऐ हमदम
असर फ़रियाद-ए-दिल-हा-ए-हज़ीं का किस ने देखा है
Beloveds' loyalty is merely by chance, or else, my friend, tell me, Who has ever witnessed the impact of mournful hearts' laments?
The loyalty of beloveds is merely by chance; otherwise, my friend, who has ever witnessed the laments of sorrowful hearts having any impact?
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न लाई शोख़ी-ए-अंदेशा ताब-ए-रंज-ए-नौमीदी
कफ़-ए-अफ़सोस मलना अहद-ए-तज्दीद-ए-तमन्ना है
My mind's bold fancy could not bear despair's deep, bitter sting,To wring one's hands in sorrow, new desires it will bring.
The boldness of thought could not bear the pain of despair. Rubbing hands in regret is a promise of renewed desires.
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तग़फ़ुल-मशरबी से ना-तमामी बस-कि पैदा है
निगाह-ए-नाज़ चश्म-ए-यार में ज़ुन्नार-ए-मीना है
From the habit of neglect, so much imperfection springs,The charming glance in the beloved's eye, a wine-glass's sacred thread brings.
Much imperfection arises from the habit of neglect. The charming glance in the beloved's eye is like the delicate pattern or sacred thread on a wine-glass.
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तसर्रुफ़ वहशियों में है तसव्वुर-हा-ए-मजनूँ का
सवाद-ए-चश्म-ए-आहू अक्स-ए-ख़ाल-ए-रू-ए-लैला है
Majnun's imaginings hold sway among the wild;The pupil of the gazelle's eye is Laila's mole reflected.
Majnun's imaginings hold sway even among wild creatures. The pupil of a gazelle's eye is merely the reflection of the mole on Laila's face.
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मोहब्बत तर्ज़-ए-पैवंद-ए-निहाल-ए-दोस्ती जाने
दवीदन रेशा साँ मुफ़्त-ए-रग-ए-ख़्वाब-ए-ज़ुलेख़ा है
Let love but know the art, how friendship's plant to graft; Else, to spread like a root through Zulaikha's dream-vein, is all in vain.
Love must know the art of grafting the plant of friendship. Otherwise, to spread like a root through Zulaikha's dream-vein is utterly futile.
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किया यक-सर गुदाज़-दिल नियाज़-ए-जोशिश-ए-हसरत
सुवैदा नुस्ख़ा-ए-तह-बंदी-ए-दाग़-ए-तमन्ना है
The fervent surge of deep yearning utterly dissolved the heart;The heart's dark core, suvaida, is the blueprint for the lasting scar of desire.
The intense surge of yearning has utterly melted the heart. The suvaida, the dark core of the heart, serves as the very blueprint for the permanent scar of desire.
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हुजूम-ए-रेज़िश-ए-ख़ूँ के सबब रंग उड़ नहीं सकता
हिना-ए-पंजा-ए-सैय्याद मुर्ग़-ए-रिश्ता बर-पा है
The color cannot flee, for blood flows in such streams; the fowler's hand, adorned with henna, is the bound bird it seems.
The color cannot fade or flee due to the overwhelming flow of blood. The henna on the fowler's hand itself is the bound bird.
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'असद' गर नाम-ए-वाला-ए-'अली ता'वीज़-ए-बाज़ू हो
ग़रीक़-ए-बहर-ए-ख़ूँ-तिमसाल दर-आईना रहता है
Asad, if the exalted name of Ali becomes an amulet for the arm, The image of one drowned in a sea of blood remains within the mirror.
If the revered name of Ali becomes an arm-amulet for Asad, the image of one drowned in a sea of blood still remains within the mirror.
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असर सोज़-ए-मोहब्बत का क़यामत बे-मुहाबा है
कि रग से संग में तुख़्म-ए-शरर का रेशा पैदा है
The effect of love's burning is unhesitatingly profound,That from stone's very vein, a spark's root can be found.
The impact of love's burning passion is tremendously unrestrained, so much so that even from the vein of a stone, the root of a spark's seed can emerge.
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निहाँ है गौहर-ए-मक़्सूद जेब-ए-ख़ुद-शनासी में
कि याँ ग़व्वास है तिमसाल और आईना दरिया है
The pearl of purpose lies concealed in self-knowledge's hold,For here, the diver is one's image, and the mirror is the sea.
The pearl of one's purpose is hidden within the embrace of self-knowledge. For in this context, the diver is one's own reflection, and the mirror itself is the sea.
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'अज़ीज़ो ज़िक्र-ए-वस्ल-ए-ग़ैर से मुझ को न बहलाओ
कि याँ अफ़्सून-ए-ख़्वाब अफ़्साना-ए-ख़्वाब-ए-ज़ुलेख़ा है
O friends, do not console me with the talk of rivals' unions,For here, the spell of sleep is like Zulaikha's dream-tale.
O friends, do not console me with the talk of rivals' unions, for here, even the spell of sleep is like Zulaikha's dream-tale (full of longing).
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तसव्वुर बहर-ए-तस्कीन-ए-तपीदन-हा-ए-तिफ़्ल-ए-दिल
ब-बाग़-ए-रंग-हा-ए-रफ़्ता गुल-चीन-ए-तमाशा है
Imagination, to soothe the restless throbs of the childlike heart,
In the garden of faded colors, is a picker of flowers of past sights.
To soothe the restless throbs of the childlike heart, imagination acts as a picker of flowers of past sights in the garden of faded colors.
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ब-सइ-ए-ग़ैर है क़त-ए-लिबास-ए-ख़ाना-वीरानी
कि नाज़-ए-जादा-ए-रह रिश्ता-ए-दामान-ए-सहरा है
By others' efforts, the garment of ruin is but torn and rent,
For the proud path itself is but a thread of desert's vestment.
By the efforts of others, the garment of our home's desolation is torn, because the pride of the path itself is merely a thread in the hem of the desert.
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मुझे शब हाए तारीक फ़िराक़ शो'ला रूयाँ में
चराग़-ए-ख़ाना-ए-दिल सोज़िश-ए-दाग़-ए-तमन्ना है
In these dark nights of parting from my bright-faced loves,
The heart's lamp is the burning of desire's scars.
In these dark nights of separation from my radiant-faced beloveds, the lamp of my heart is the burning pain of desire's scars.
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तिरे नौकर तिरे दर पर 'असद' को ज़ब्ह करते हैं
सितमगर नाख़ुदा तरस-आश्ना-कुश माजरा क्या है
Your servants slaughter 'Asad' right at your door,O tyrant, godless, merciless friend-killer, what is this sore?
Your servants are slaughtering 'Asad' right at your door. O tyrant, godless, merciless friend-killer, what exactly is this situation?
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ब-बज़्म मय-परस्ती हसरत-ए-तकलीफ़ बे-जा है
कि जाम-ए-बादा कफ़ बर-लब ब-तकलीफ़-तक़ाज़ा है
In the assembly of wine-worshippers, to yearn for needless trouble is out of place, For the cup of wine, foam at its lip, is itself a troublesome demand.
In a gathering of wine-lovers, it's pointless to wish for trouble, because the cup of wine, with foam at its lip, itself presents a demanding trouble.
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नशात-ए-दीदा-ए-बीना है को ख़्वाब व चे बेदारी
बहम-आवर्दा मिज़्गाँ बोसा-ए-रू-ए-तमाशा है
The joy of the discerning eye, be it in slumber or waking state,Is the coming together of eyelashes, a kiss to the face of spectacle.
The joy of a discerning eye, whether in sleep or waking, is the coming together of the eyelashes, like a kiss to the face of the spectacle.
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न लाई शोख़ी-ए-अंदेशा ताब-ए-दर्द-ए-नौमीदी
कफ़-ए-अफ़सोस सौ दिन 'अह्द तज्दीद-ए-तमन्ना है
The daring thought could not bear the pain of despair's hold,A hundred days of regret renews desire's promise, bold.
The boldness of thought could not endure the pain of despair. For a hundred days, the regret of rubbing hands renews the promise of desire.
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निगह मे'मार-ए-हसरत-हा चे आबादी चे वीरानी
कि मिज़्गाँ जिस तरफ़ वा हो ब-कफ़-ए-दामान-ए-सहरा है
My gaze, architect of yearning, builds both flourish and despair;For where'er my lashes open, it's the desert's lap I share.
My gaze, the architect of desires, creates both flourishing settlements and ruins. For wherever my eyelashes open, it is the vast expanse of the desert that I see.
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न सोवे आबलों में गर सरिश्क-ए-दीदा-ए-नाम से
ब-जौलाँ-गाह-ए-नौमीदी निगाह-ए-आजिज़ाँ पा है
If tears from the moist eye would not rest within the blisters,
It is because the helpless gaze has found despair's far frontiers.
If tears from the moist eye do not settle in the blisters, it is because the helpless gaze has reached the vast expanse of despair.
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ब-सख़्ती-हा-ए-क़ैद-ए-ज़िंदगी मा'लूम आज़ादी
शरर दर-बंद-ए-दाम-ए-रिश्ता-ए-रग-हा-ए-ख़ारा है
Freedom is known through life's hard chains,
Like a spark trapped in flint's stony veins.
Freedom is truly understood through the harsh confinement of life, just as a spark is trapped within the stony veins of flint.
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'असद' यास-ए-तमन्ना से न रख उम्मीद-ए-आज़ादी
गुदाज़-ए-आरज़ू-हा आब-यार-ए-आरज़ू-हा है
Asad, from the despair of yearning, expect no freedom;
The very melting of desires is the temper of desires.
Asad, do not expect freedom from the despair of desires, for the very melting and refinement of desires is what tempers and strengthens them.
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