Ghazal
सर-गश्तगी में आलम-ए-हस्ती से यास है
This ghazal portrays a deep sense of despair with worldly existence, where the poet finds solace only in the hope of death. It laments the beloved's indifference, who, consumed by the pride of beauty, remains oblivious to the speaker's wandering heart and loyalty, despite possessing a discerning nature. The verses also paradoxically celebrate the profound joy found within the fever of sorrow.
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सर-गश्तगी में आलम-ए-हस्ती से यास है
तस्कीं को दे नवेद कि मरने की आस है
Lost and bewildered in life's realm, I despair of existence; convey the good news to solace, that there is hope in death.
Lost and bewildered in this world, I am filled with despair for life itself. Convey the good news to solace that hope resides in death.
2
लेता नहीं मिरे दिल-ए-आवारा की ख़बर
अब तक वो जानता है कि मेरे ही पास है
He takes no notice of my wandering heart,He still believes it resides with me.
He does not inquire about my wandering heart. He still believes it is with me.
3
कीजे बयाँ सुरूर-ए-तप-ए-ग़म कहाँ तलक
हर मू मिरे बदन पे ज़बान-ए-सिपास है
How long can I describe the joy of sorrow's fever?
Every hair on my body is a tongue of gratitude.
How long can I describe the joy of sorrow's fever? Every hair on my body is a tongue of gratitude.
4
है वो ग़ुरूर-ए-हुस्न से बेगाना-ए-वफ़ा
हर-चंद उस के पास दिल-ए-हक़-शनास है
Lost in the pride of beauty, he remains unfamiliar with loyalty, despite possessing a heart that recognizes the truth.
He is unfamiliar with loyalty due to the pride of his beauty, even though he possesses a heart that recognizes the truth.
5
पी जिस क़दर मिले शब-ए-महताब में शराब
इस बलग़मी-मिज़ाज को गर्मी ही रास है
Drink as much wine as you find on a moonlit night,For this phlegmatic temperament, only warmth is suitable.
Drink as much wine as you can find on a moonlit night, for this person with a phlegmatic disposition, only warmth is suitable.
6
हर इक मकान को है मकीं से शरफ़ 'असद'
मजनूँ जो मर गया है तो जंगल उदास है
Every abode's honor stems from its dweller, Asad,Since Majnun has passed away, the wilderness is forlorn.
Asad, every place derives its honor from its dweller. Since Majnun has passed away, the wilderness too is sad.
7
क्या ग़म है उस को जिस का 'अली' सा इमाम हो
इतना भी ऐ फ़लक-ज़दा क्यूँ बद-हवास है
What grief has he whose Imam is like Ali?Why are you so distraught, O victim of fate?
One who has an Imam like Ali faces no grief. Why then are you, O victim of fate, so utterly distraught?
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