Ghazal
फिर हुआ वक़्त कि हो बाल-कुशा मौज-ए-शराब
This ghazal by Mirza Ghalib celebrates the ecstasy of wine, the arrival of spring, and the uninhibited joy of existence. Through vivid and imaginative metaphors, it captures the euphoric intoxication that enlivens both nature and the soul.
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फिर हुआ वक़्त कि हो बाल-कुशा मौज-ए-शराब
दे बत-ए-मय को दिल-ओ-दस्त-ए-शना मौज-ए-शराब
The hour arrives once more for the wave of wine to spread its wings, granting the duck of the flagon the heart and limbs to swim.
The time has arrived once again for the wave of wine to spread its wings and grant the duck-shaped wine flask the courage and strength to swim.
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पूछ मत वज्ह-ए-सियह-मस्ती-ए-अरबाब-ए-चमन
साया-ए-ताक में होती है हवा मौज-ए-शराब
Ask not the reason for the garden dwellers' wild intoxication; beneath the vine's shade, the very breeze becomes a wave of wine.
Do not ask the reason behind the extreme intoxication of the garden dwellers; in the shade of the grapevine, the breeze itself turns into a wave of wine.
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जो हुआ ग़र्क़ा-ए-मय बख़्त-ए-रसा रखता है
सर से गुज़रे पे भी है बाल-ए-हुमा मौज-ए-शराब
Whoever drowns in wine is blessed with exalted grace; even rising overhead, the wave of wine is the Huma's auspicious wing.
A person who is completely drowned in wine is blessed with great fortune; even when the wave of wine passes over their head, it remains like the auspicious wing of the Huma bird.
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है ये बरसात वो मौसम कि अजब क्या है अगर
मौज-ए-हस्ती को करे फ़ैज़-ए-हवा मौज-ए-शराब
Such is this rainy season that it would be no wonder, if the grace of the breeze turns the wave of life into a wave of wine.
This rainy season is such a weather that it would be no wonder if the blessing of the pleasant breeze turns the wave of life into a wave of wine.
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चार मौज उठती है तूफ़ान-ए-तरब से हर सू
मौज-ए-गुल मौज-ए-शफ़क़ मौज-ए-सबा मौज-ए-शराब
Four waves surge on every side from the tempest of delight: a wave of roses, a wave of twilight, a wave of breeze, a wave of wine.
From the storm of joy, four waves rise in every direction: a wave of flowers, a wave of twilight, a wave of morning breeze, and a wave of wine.
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जिस क़दर रूह-ए-नबाती है जिगर तिश्ना-ए-नाज़
दे है तस्कीं ब-दम-ए-आब-ए-बक़ा मौज-ए-शराब
As much as the spirit of life leaves the heart thirsting for coquetry's grace, the wave of wine brings solace with the breath of the water of eternal life.
To whatever extent the vegetative spirit leaves the heart thirsty for the beloved's coquetry, the wave of wine grants solace like the breath of the water of eternal life.
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बस-कि दौड़े है रग-ए-ताक में ख़ूँ हो हो कर
शहपर-ए-रंग से है बाल-कुशा मौज-ए-शराब
So fiercely does it surge as blood within the grapevine's vein, that on pinions of vivid hue, the wave of wine unfolds its wings.
The wave of wine surges so intensely like blood through the veins of the grapevine that it seems to spread its wings with feathers of vivid color to take flight.
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मौजा-ए-गुल से चराग़ाँ है गुज़र-गाह-ए-ख़याल
है तसव्वुर में ज़ि-बस जल्वा-नुमा मौज-ए-शराब
The pathway of my fancy glows bright with blooming waves of rose, / So vividly in thought the radiant wave of wine now glows.
The pathway of imagination is brightly illuminated by waves of flowers, because the wave of wine is shining so vividly in thought.
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नश्शे के पर्दे में है महव-ए-तमाशा-ए-दिमाग़
बस-कि रखती है सर-ए-नश-ओ-नुमा मौज-ए-शराब
Veiled in intoxication, lost in the spectacle of the mind / So intent on growth and burgeoning is the surging wave of wine.
The wave of wine has such an intense urge for growth and expansion that, behind the veil of intoxication, it remains absorbed in watching the spectacles of the mind.
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एक आलम पे हैं तूफ़ानी-ए-कैफ़ियत-ए-फ़स्ल
मौजा-ए-सब्ज़ा-ए-नौ-ख़ेज़ से ता मौज-ए-शराब
The season's stormy ecstasy inundates the entire world, from the surge of newly sprouted green to the cresting wave of wine.
The stormy intoxication of the season has overwhelmed the whole world, stretching from the wave of fresh green sprouts all the way to the surge of wine.
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शरह-ए-हंगामा-ए-हस्ती है ज़हे मौसम-ए-गुल
रह-बर-ए-क़तरा-बा-दरिया है ख़ोशा मौज-ए-शराब
Hail the season of roses, unfolding the tumult of existence; blessed be the wave of wine, guiding the droplet into the ocean.
How splendid is the season of roses as it explains the tumult of life, and how wonderful is the wave of wine that guides the drop to unite with the ocean.
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होश उड़ते हैं मिरे जल्वा-ए-गुल देख 'असद'
फिर हुआ वक़्त कि हो बाल-कुशा मौज-ए-शराब
My senses take flight, O Asad, beholding the blossom's radiant glow; once more the hour arrives for the wave of wine to spread its wings.
O Asad, I lose my senses upon seeing the radiant beauty of the flower. The time has come once again for the wave of wine to spread its wings.
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