Ghazal
सादगी पर उस की मर जाने की हसरत दिल में है
This ghazal expresses the profound impact of a beloved's simple charm and captivating speech on the lover's heart, leading to a desire to surrender completely. The speaker finds joy and significance even in futile endeavors and being merely mentioned in her presence, highlighting a deep, complex, and sometimes bittersweet devotion.
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सादगी पर उस की मर जाने की हसरत दिल में है
बस नहीं चलता कि फिर ख़ंजर कफ़-ए-क़ातिल में है
The longing to die for her simplicity is in my heart; I am powerless, for the dagger is again in the killer's hand.
My heart yearns to die for her simplicity, but I am powerless to resist, for the dagger is again in the killer's hand.
2
देखना तक़रीर की लज़्ज़त कि जो उस ने कहा
मैं ने ये जाना कि गोया ये भी मेरे दिल में है
Behold the pleasure of his speech, for what he did convey,I felt as though it, too, in my own heart did stay.
Behold the pleasure of his speech; whatever he said, I felt as if those very thoughts were already residing in my own heart.
3
गरचे है किस किस बुराई से वले बाईं-हमा
ज़िक्र मेरा मुझ से बेहतर है कि उस महफ़िल में है
Though I possess a myriad faults, despite it all,My very mention is better than I, for it graces that hall.
Though I possess numerous faults, my mere mention is superior to my own person, simply because it is present in that esteemed assembly.
4
बस हुजूम-ए-ना-उमीदी ख़ाक में मिल जाएगी
ये जो इक लज़्ज़त हमारी सई-ए-बे-हासिल में है
The throng of despair will simply turn to dust,This very joy that's in our fruitless quest.
The multitude of despair will simply turn to dust, due to the unique joy found in our fruitless endeavor.
5
रंज-ए-रह क्यूँ खींचिए वामांदगी को इश्क़ है
उठ नहीं सकता हमारा जो क़दम मंज़िल में है
Why should one bear the journey's strife, when lassitude's my dear?Our foot that's reached the journey's end, can't lift itself from here.
Why bear the journey's pain when one is enamored with weariness? Our foot, which is at the destination, cannot be lifted.
6
जल्वा ज़ार-ए-आतिश-ए-दोज़ख़ हमारा दिल सही
फ़ित्ना-ए-शोर-ए-क़यामत किस के आब-ओ-गिल में है
Our heart may well be the spectacle of hell's own fire,But whose very essence holds the tumult of Doomsday's roar?
Our heart may well be a spectacle of hell's fire, but in whose very essence resides the tumult and uproar of Doomsday?
7
है दिल-ए-शोरीदा-ए-'ग़ालिब' तिलिस्म-ए-पेच-ओ-ताब
रहम कर अपनी तमन्ना पर कि किस मुश्किल में है
Ghalib's frantic heart's a labyrinth of complex pain, Have mercy on your yearning, see what troubles it sustains.
Ghalib's restless heart is a labyrinth of complex troubles. Have mercy on your own yearning, for it is in great difficulty.
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