Ghazal
Mujh Ko Dayaar-e-ghair Mein Maara Watan Se Duur Rakh Li Mire Khuda Ne
मुझ को दयार-ए-ग़ैर में मारा वतन से दूर
This ghazal laments the tragic fate of dying in a foreign land, far from home. The poet appeals to God to protect his vulnerability and preserve his dignity, especially from the alluring traps of the beloved's hair. It's a poignant plea for divine mercy and protection against loneliness and temptation.
Source: rekhta · HI
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मुझ को दयार-ए-ग़ैर में मारा वतन से दूर
रख ली मिरे ख़ुदा ने मिरी बेकसी की शर्म
They slew me in an alien land, far from my native home; My God preserved the honor of my utter helplessness.
They killed me in a foreign land, far from my homeland. My God, however, preserved the dignity of my utter helplessness.
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वो हल्क़ा-हा-ए-ज़ुल्फ़ कमीं में हैं या ख़ुदा
रख लीजो मेरे दावा-ए-वारस्तगी की शर्म
Those rings of her tresses are in ambush, O God! Preserve the honour of my claim to detachment.
O God, the beloved's alluring hair is like an ambush. Please protect the honour of my claim to being detached from such worldly attractions.
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