Ghazal
Sataish-gar Hai Zaahid Is Qadar Jis Baagh-e-rizwaan KaWo Ik Guldasta
सताइश-गर है ज़ाहिद इस क़दर जिस बाग़-ए-रिज़वाँ का
This ghazal expresses a profound disregard for conventional paradise, viewing it as insignificant compared to the speaker's inner world. It delves into the exquisite pain of love, where drops of blood become precious symbols of suffering. Despite oppression and agony, the speaker's grief is unstoppable, and every scar on their heart is presented as a seed for future brilliance and spectacle.
Source: rekhta · HI
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सताइश-गर है ज़ाहिद इस क़दर जिस बाग़-ए-रिज़वाँ का
वो इक गुलदस्ता है हम बे-ख़ुदों के ताक़-ए-निस्याँ का
The paradise the ascetic praises with such might,Is but a forgotten bouquet in our ecstatic sight.
The paradise that the ascetic praises so much is, for us, the self-oblivious, merely a forgotten bouquet placed in the niche of forgetfulness.
2
बयाँ क्या कीजिए बेदाद-ए-काविश-हा-ए-मिज़गाँ का
कि हर यक क़तरा-ए-ख़ूँ दाना है तस्बीह-ए-मरजाँ का
How can one recount the tyranny of eyelashes' piercing,When every drop of blood forms a coral rosary's bead?
How can one describe the cruelty of the eyelashes' piercing, when every drop of blood shed forms a bead in a coral rosary?
3
न आई सतवत-ए-क़ातिल भी माने मेरे नालों को
लिया दाँतों में जो तिनका हुआ रेशा नियस्ताँ का
Not even the killer's awe could hush my mournful cries,The straw I took in teeth, a vast reed-bed implies.
My mournful cries were so powerful that not even the killer's awe or authority could silence them. The single straw I took between my teeth (as a gesture of humility or plea) felt as heavy and extensive as a fiber from a vast reed-bed.
4
दिखाऊँगा तमाशा दी अगर फ़ुर्सत ज़माने ने
मिरा हर दाग़-ए-दिल इक तुख़्म है सर्व-ए-चराग़ाँ का
If time grants me the leisure, I'll reveal a grand display,My every heart's deep scar, a seed for cypress lamps one day.
If time grants me the opportunity, I will put on a grand display. Every scar on my heart is a seed for a magnificent garden of cypress trees illuminated with lamps.
5
किया आईना-ख़ाने का वो नक़्शा तेरे जल्वे ने
करे जो परतव-ए-ख़ुर्शीद आलम शबनमिस्ताँ का
Your splendor created such a house-of-mirrors scene,
As the sun's ray makes the dewy world gleam.
Your radiance created a scene like a house of mirrors, just as the sun's rays make the dewy world sparkle.
6
मिरी ता'मीर में मुज़्मर है इक सूरत ख़राबी की
हयूला बर्क़-ए-ख़िर्मन का है ख़ून-ए-गर्म दहक़ाँ का
A form of ruin is inherent within my very making;The essence of the harvest-destroying lightning is the farmer's warm blood.
A form of destruction is hidden within my own construction. The warm blood of the farmer is the very essence of the lightning that devastates the harvest.
7
उगा है घर में हर सू सब्ज़ा वीरानी तमाशा कर
मदार अब खोदने पर घास के है मेरे दरबाँ का
Greenery has sprouted everywhere in the house, behold this spectacle of desolation! My doorkeeper's sole task is now to dig up the grass.
Greenery has sprouted everywhere in the house; behold this spectacle of desolation! Now, my doorkeeper's main task is to dig up the grass.
8
ख़मोशी में निहाँ ख़ूँ-गश्ता लाखों आरज़ूएँ हैं
चराग़-ए-मुर्दा हूँ मैं बे-ज़बाँ गोर-ए-ग़रीबाँ का
Within my silence lie concealed a million blood-stained desires,
I am but a dead lamp in the silent graveyard of the poor.
Within my silence lie millions of blood-stained desires. I am a dead lamp in the voiceless graveyard of the poor.
9
हनूज़ इक परतव-ए-नक़्श-ए-ख़याल-ए-यार बाक़ी है
दिल-ए-अफ़सुर्दा गोया हुजरा है यूसुफ़ के ज़िंदाँ का
Still, a faint reflection of the beloved's image lingers,My dejected heart, it seems, is but a cell in Joseph's prison.
Still, a faint reflection of the beloved's image remains. The dejected heart is, as it were, a cell in Joseph's prison.
10
बग़ल में ग़ैर की आज आप सोते हैं कहीं वर्ना
सबब क्या ख़्वाब में आ कर तबस्सुम-हा-ए-पिन्हाँ का
Tonight you sleep in another's arms, I surmise,Else why these hidden smiles within my dream arise?
The poet surmises that their beloved is sleeping in someone else's arms tonight; otherwise, there would be no reason for the beloved's hidden smiles to appear in the poet's dream.
11
नहीं मा'लूम किस किस का लहू पानी हुआ होगा
क़यामत है सरिश्क-आलूदा होना तेरी मिज़्गाँ का
It's unknown whose blood would have turned to water; your tear-stained eyelashes are a doomsday.
It is unknown whose blood would have turned to water; your tear-stained eyelashes are a doomsday.
12
नज़र में है हमारी जादा-ए-राह-ए-फ़ना 'ग़ालिब'
कि ये शीराज़ा है आलम के अज्ज़ा-ए-परेशाँ का
Ghalib, the path of annihilation is clear to my eye,For it's the binding thread of the world's scattered parts.
Ghalib, the path of annihilation is clear in our sight, for it is the binding thread that holds together the scattered parts of the world.
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