Ghazal
शिकवे के नाम से बे-मेहर ख़फ़ा होता है
This ghazal poignantly describes a lover's predicament where the beloved grows angry at the mere mention of a complaint and responds to grievances with further cruelty. The lover, though filled with unspoken sorrows, finds expressing their pain only intensifies the oppression. It paints love's path as slow and arduous, much like a journey with blistered feet.
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शिकवे के नाम से बे-मेहर ख़फ़ा होता है
ये भी मत कह कि जो कहिए तो गिला होता है
The unkind one gets angry at the mere mention of a complaint;Do not even say that whatever is uttered turns into a complaint.
The unkind beloved gets angry at the mere mention of a complaint. Therefore, do not even say that whatever is spoken will be construed as a grievance.
2
पुर हूँ मैं शिकवे से यूँ राग से जैसे बाजा
इक ज़रा छेड़िए फिर देखिए क्या होता है
I am brimming with complaints, just as a musical instrument is full of its melody;Just touch a string, and then see what unfolds.
I am brimming with complaints, just as a musical instrument is full of its melody. Simply provoke a little, and then observe what unfolds.
3
गो समझता नहीं पर हुस्न-ए-तलाफ़ी देखो
शिकवा-ए-जौर से सरगर्म-ए-जफ़ा होता है
Though he understands not, yet behold the beauty of his amends,
From my complaint of tyranny, he grows ardent in cruel trends.
Though he does not understand, yet behold the beauty of his amends. From my complaint of tyranny, he grows more ardent in cruel acts.
4
इश्क़ की राह में है चर्ख़-ए-मकोकब की वो चाल
सुस्त-रौ जैसे कोई आबला-पा होता है
In the path of love, the stellar sphere's gait, Is slow-paced, as if with feet that bear blisters' weight.
In the path of love, the movement of the starry sky is as slow as someone walking with blistered feet.
5
क्यूँ न ठहरें हदफ़-ए-नावक-ए-बेदाद कि हम
आप उठा लाते हैं गर तीर ख़ता होता है
Why should we not be targets for the arrows of injustice,When we ourselves retrieve an arrow if it happens to miss?
Why should we not be targets for the arrows of injustice, when we ourselves retrieve the arrow if it happens to miss?
6
ख़ूब था पहले से होते जो हम अपने बद-ख़्वाह
कि भला चाहते हैं और बुरा होता है
It would have been well had we been our own ill-wishers from the start,For we desire good, yet only misfortune plays its part.
It would have been better if we were our own ill-wishers from the start. This is because we desire good, yet only bad things occur.
7
नाला जाता था परे अर्श से मेरा और अब
लब तक आता है जो ऐसा ही रसा होता है
My lament once went past the heavens, once so high,Now, if it reaches lips, it's where it comes to lie.
My lament once went beyond the heavens, but now, if it merely reaches my lips, that is considered its full extent or profound expression.
8
ख़ामा मेरा कि वो है बारबुद-ए-बज़्म-ए-सुख़न
शाह की मद्ह में यूँ नग़्मा-सरा होता है
My pen, which is the Barbud of the assembly of words,Thus sings melodies in praise of the King.
My pen, which is like Barbud in the assembly of poetry, thus sings songs in praise of the king.
9
ऐ शहंशाह-ए-कवाकिब सिपह-ओ-मेहर-अलम
तेरे इकराम का हक़ किस से अदा होता है
O Emperor, whose army is of stars, and the sun his banner,By whom can the debt of your generosity ever be repaid?
O Emperor, whose army is of stars and the sun is his banner, by whom can the debt of your generosity ever be repaid?
10
सात अक़्लीम का हासिल जो फ़राहम कीजे
तो वो लश्कर का तिरे नाल-ए-बहा होता है
Should all the produce of the seven climes be amassed,It would but be the ransom for your army's wail.
If all the produce of the seven climes were amassed, it would only be the ransom for a single wail from your army.
11
हर महीने में जो ये बद्र से होता है हिलाल
आस्ताँ पर तिरे मह नासिया सा होता है
Each month the moon from full to crescent wanes,At your threshold, like a forehead, it remains.
Every month, the moon that transforms from a full moon to a crescent appears like a forehead bowing at your threshold.
12
मैं जो गुस्ताख़ हूँ आईन-ए-ग़ज़ल-ख़्वानी में
ये भी तेरा ही करम ज़ौक़-फ़ज़ा होता है
My boldness in the laws of ghazal's sweet art, Is also your grace, that pleasure does impart.
The audacity I show in the traditions of ghazal recitation, this too is your benevolence that enhances my pleasure.
13
रखियो 'ग़ालिब' मुझे इस तल्ख़-नवाई में मुआ'फ़
आज कुछ दर्द मिरे दिल में सिवा होता है
Ghalib, forgive me for this bitter utterance, for today the pain in my heart is exceedingly great.
Ghalib, please forgive my harsh words. Today, the pain in my heart is exceptionally profound.
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