Ghazal
रश्क कहता है कि उस का ग़ैर से इख़्लास हैफ़
This ghazal explores the psychological conflict between jealousy and reason regarding the beloved's fickle affections toward rivals. Through profound philosophical imagery, Ghalib captures the agony of love alongside reflections on the illusory and ever-shifting nature of the universe.
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रश्क कहता है कि उस का ग़ैर से इख़्लास हैफ़
अक़्ल कहती है कि वो बे-मेहर किस का आश्ना
Jealousy laments, 'Alas, her warmth towards the rival is sincere!' While Reason counters, 'Can one so merciless hold anyone dear?'
Jealousy laments that it is a pity the beloved has sincere affection for the rival, while reason argues that someone so heartless can never truly be anyone's friend.
2
ज़र्रा ज़र्रा साग़र-ए-मै-ख़ाना-ए-नै-रंग है
गर्दिश-ए-मजनूँ ब-चश्मक-हा-ए-लैला आश्ना
Every speck of dust is a cup in this tavern of illusion; Majnun's wild whirling is attuned to Laila's beckoning glances.
Every particle of this wondrous world is like a cup in a tavern, and Majnun's frantic wandering is intimately familiar with the winks and glances of Laila.
3
शौक़ है सामाँ-तराज़-ए-नाज़िश-ए-अरबाब-ए-अज्ज़
ज़र्रा सहरा-दस्त-गाह ओ क़तरा दरिया-आश्ना
Passion equips the humble souls with cause for lofty pride: a speck commands the desert vast, a drop embraces the sea.
Passion arranges the reasons of pride for the humble and helpless; through it, a mere speck acquires the reach of a desert and a single drop becomes acquainted with the river.
4
मैं और एक आफ़त का टुकड़ा वो दिल-ए-वहशी कि है
आफ़ियत का दुश्मन और आवारगी का आश्ना
Behold me, and that fragment of calamity—that wild, untamed heart of mine: a sworn enemy to peace, and an intimate friend to wandering.
Here I am, along with that piece of trouble—my wild heart, which is an enemy to peace and comfort, and an intimate companion to wandering.
5
शिकवा-संज-ए-रश्क-ए-हम-दीगर न रहना चाहिए
मेरा ज़ानू मोनिस और आईना तेरा आश्ना
We should harbour no grievance of mutual envy or despair: / My knee is my companion in sorrow, while the mirror holds your stare.
We should not complain of mutual jealousy towards each other; my knee is my companion in sorrow, and the mirror is your intimate friend.
6
कोहकन नक़्क़ाश-ए-यक-तिम्साल-ए-शीरीं था 'असद'
संग से सर मार कर होवे न पैदा आश्ना
Kohkan was but an engraver of a single likeness of Shirin, Asad; striking one's head against stone cannot bring forth a true beloved.
Asad, Kohkan (Farhad) was only an engraver of a single image of Shirin; one cannot bring forth a true beloved by striking one's head against stone.
7
ख़ुद-परस्ती से रहे बाहम-दिगर ना-आश्ना
बेकसी मेरी शरीक आईना तेरा आश्ना
Through self-adoration we remained strangers to one another; desolation was my companion, the mirror your only confidant.
Because of self-obsession we remained strangers to each other; helplessness became my companion, while the mirror remained yours.
8
आतिश-ए-मू-ए-दिमाग़-ए-शौक़ है तेरा तपाक
वर्ना हम किस के हैं ऐ दाग़-ए-तमन्ना आश्ना
Your ardent warmth sets fire to the delicate nerve of desire; else, O scar of longing, to whom could we ever belong?
Your ardent warmth inflames the delicate nerve of our desire; otherwise, O scar of longing, we belong to no one and share familiarity with none.
9
जौहर-ए-आईना जुज़ रम्ज़-ए-सर-ए-मिज़गाँ नहीं
आश्ना की हम-दिगर समझे है ईमा आश्ना
The grain upon the mirror is naught but the secret sign of eyelashes; only an intimate soul deciphers the subtle gestures of another intimate.
The pattern on the mirror is nothing but the secret hint of eyelashes; only an intimate friend understands the subtle gestures of another friend.
10
रब्त-ए-यक-शीराज़ा-ए-वहशत हैं अजज़ा-ए-बहार
सब्ज़ा बेगाना सबा आवारा गुल ना-आश्ना
Bound in one common sheaf of madness are the parts of spring: the grass an alien, the breeze a vagabond, the rose a stranger.
All the elements of spring are bound together in a single sheaf of madness; the greenery is an alien, the morning breeze wanders aimlessly, and the flower is a stranger.
11
बे-दिमाग़ी शिकवा-संज-ए-रश्क-ए-हम-दीगर नहीं
यार तेरा जाम-ए-मय ख़म्याज़ा मेरा आश्ना
My sullen spirit bears no jealousy toward your bliss; the cup of wine is your companion, and the weary yawn is mine.
My troubled state bears no grievance of mutual jealousy. O friend, the cup of wine is your companion, while the weary yawn is mine.
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