Ghazal
Nikohish Hai Saza Fariyadi-e-be-dad-e-dilbar Ki
निकोहिश है सज़ा फ़रियादी-ए-बे-दाद-ए-दिलबर की
This ghazal explores the painful paradox of love, where lamenting the beloved's cruelty invites reproach rather than sympathy. Through vivid imagery of grief and devotion, the poet captures the tragic inevitability of suffering and the silent dignity of a helpless lover.
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निकोहिश है सज़ा फ़रियादी-ए-बे-दाद-ए-दिलबर की
मबादा ख़ंदा-ए-दंदाँ-नुमा हो सुब्ह महशर की
Censure is the penalty for bewailing the beloved's tyranny, / Lest the dawn of Judgment Day break into a mocking laugh that bares its teeth.
Censure is the rightful punishment for complaining about the beloved's cruelty, lest the morning of the Day of Judgment mockingly laugh at it with bared teeth.
2
रग-ए-लैला को ख़ाक-ए-दश्त-ए-मजनूँ रेशगी बख़्शे
अगर बोवे बजा-ए-दाना दहक़ाँ नोक निश्तर की
The dust of Majnun’s desert would sprout roots for Laila’s vein, / If in place of seed, the peasant sowed the lancet's tip like grain.
If the farmer were to sow the tip of a lancet instead of grain seed, the dust of Majnun's desert would grant roots to Laila's vein.
3
पर-ए-परवाना शायद बादबान-ए-कश्ती-ए-मय था
हुई मज्लिस की गर्मी से रवानी दौर-ए-साग़र की
The moth's wing, perhaps, became the sail upon the skiff of wine; the warmth of the assembly set the circling goblet afloat.
Perhaps the moth's wing served as the sail for the boat of wine, as the warmth of the gathering set the wine goblet circulating swiftly.
4
करूँ बे-दाद-ए-ज़ौक़-ए-पर-फ़िशानी अर्ज़ क्या क़ुदरत
कि ताक़त उड़ गई उड़ने से पहले मेरे शहपर की
How can I plead the cruelty of this longing for flight, O Nature? The very strength of my wings took flight before I ever could.
What complaint can I make to Nature about the cruelty done to my desire to fly, when the very strength of my main wings flew away even before I could take flight?
5
कहाँ तक रोऊँ उस के खे़मे के पीछे क़यामत है
मिरी क़िस्मत में या-रब क्या न थी दीवार पत्थर की
How long must I weep behind her tent? It is sheer agony; / Was not even a wall of stone, O Lord, decreed in my destiny?
How long must I weep behind her tent? It is sheer agony. O Lord, was not even a stone wall decreed in my fate to lean against while crying?
6
ब-जुज़ दीवानगी होता न अंजाम-ए-ख़ुद-आराई
अगर पैदा न करता आइना ज़ंजीर जौहर की
Self-adorning vanity would end in nothing less than madness, had the mirror not forged a restraining chain from its own grain.
The outcome of self-adoration would be nothing except madness, if the mirror did not forge a restraining chain out of its own grain.
7
ग़ुरूर-ए-लुत्फ़-ए-साक़ी नश्शा-ए-बे-बाकी-ए-मस्ताँ
नम-ए-दामान-ए-इस्याँ है तरावत मौज-ए-कौसर की
Proud in the Cupbearer’s grace is the revelers' fearless ecstasy; the damp hem of our sin carries the cool freshness of Kausar’s wave.
The pride in the cupbearer's grace is the intoxicating boldness of the drunkards; the dampness of the hem of sin is in fact the freshness of the waters of Kausar.
8
मिरा दिल माँगते हैं आरियत अहल-ए-हवस शायद
ये जाना चाहते हैं आज दावत में समुंदर की
Perhaps the men of desire seek to borrow this heart of mine on loan; it seems they wish to attend a banquet hosted by the ocean today.
Perhaps the people of lust or greed are asking to borrow my heart because they wish to attend the ocean's banquet today.
9
'असद' जुज़ आब-ए-बख़्शीदन ज़े-दरिया ख़िज़्र को क्या था
डुबोता चश्मा-ए-हैवाँ में गर कश्ती सिकंदर की
What could Khizr offer from the river, Asad, except a gift of water? / Would that he had drowned Alexander's vessel in the Fountain of Life!
Asad, what else could Khizr offer from the river other than giving water? It would have been better if he had drowned Alexander's boat in the Fountain of Life.
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