Ghazal
Na Hoga Yak-bayaban Mandgi Se Zauq Kam Mera
न होगा यक-बयाबाँ माँदगी से ज़ौक़ कम मेरा
This ghazal reflects the poet's unyielding passion and relentless spirit on the arduous path of love, undeterred by exhaustion or barren deserts. It also captures a growing disillusionment with conventional joys, portraying a profound sense of restlessness and endurance.
Source: rekhta · HI
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1
न होगा यक-बयाबाँ माँदगी से ज़ौक़ कम मेरा
हबाब-ए-मौजा-ए-रफ़्तार है नक़्श-ए-क़दम मेरा
Weariness from a single wilderness cannot quench my ardent zeal; each footprint I leave behind is but a bubble on the wave of speed.
The fatigue of traversing a single wilderness will not diminish my passion, for my footprint is merely a bubble on the wave of my swift speed.
2
मोहब्बत थी चमन से लेकिन अब ये बे-दिमाग़ी है
कि मौज-ए-बू-ए-गुल से नाक में आता है दम मेरा
I once loved the garden dearly, but such is my weariness now, that even the rose's wafting fragrance chokes the breath upon my brow.
I once loved the garden, but now I am so irritable and weary that even the gentle wave of a flower's fragrance suffocates me.
3
रह-ए-ख़्वाबीदा थी गर्दन-कश-ए-यक-दर्स-ए-आगाही
ज़मीं को सैली-ए-उस्ताद है नक़्श-ए-क़दम मेरा
The slumbering path resisted a single lesson in awareness; my footprint strikes the earth like a master's waking slap.
The sleeping path resisted learning even a single lesson of awareness, so my footprint strikes the earth like a master's slap to awaken it.
4
सुराग़-आवारा-ए-अर्ज़-ए-दो-आलम शोर-ए-महशर हूँ
पर-अफ़्शाँ है ग़ुबार आँ सू-ए-सहरा-ए-अदम मेरा
I am the clamor of Judgment Day, wandering in search of both worlds' span; yet my dust spreads its wings far beyond the desert of non-existence.
I am the clamor of Judgment Day wandering in search of the expanse of both worlds, while the dust of my existence spreads its wings far beyond the desert of non-existence.
5
हवा-ए-सुब्ह यक-आलम गरेबाँ चाकी-ए-गुल है
दहान-ए-ज़ख़्म पैदा कर अगर खाता है ग़म मेरा
The morning breeze sets a whole world of roses tearing their collars wide;
Open the mouth of a wound, if you would truly consume my grief.
The morning breeze causes a whole world of roses to tear their collars; create the mouth of a wound if you wish to consume my grief.
6
न हो वहशत-कश-ए-दर्स-ए-सराब-ए-सत्र-ए-आगाही
मैं गर्द-ए-राह हूँ बे-मुद्दआ है पेच-ओ-ख़म मेरा
Be not bewildered by the lesson in the mirage of awareness; I am but dust upon the path, purposeless are these twists and turns of mine.
Do not be bewildered by the lesson from the mirage-like lines of awareness; I am merely dust of the road, and my twists and turns have no purpose.
7
'असद' वहशत-परस्त-ए-गोशा-ए-तन्हाई-ए-दिल है
ब-रंग-ए-मौज-ए-मय ख़म्याज़ा-ए-साग़र है रम मेरा
Asad is a worshipper of wild frenzy in the heart's lonely retreat; like a surge of wine, my flight is bounded by the goblet's stretch.
Asad is a lover of wild frenzy within the lonely corner of the heart; like a wave of wine, my flight is confined only within the stretch of the goblet.
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