Ghazal
Sitam-kash Maslahat Se Hoon Ki Khoobaan Tujh Pe Aashiq
सितम-कश मस्लहत से हूँ कि ख़ूबाँ तुझ पे 'आशिक़ हैं
This ghazal explores the paradoxical suffering of a lover who strategically endures pain due to the beloved's numerous admirers, anticipating eventual rivalry. It delves into themes of deceptive comfort, the lover's helpless transformation into an object of scrutiny, and the ultimate surrender of restraint to overwhelming passion. The verses hint at a shared, destined path in the journey of love.
Source: rekhta · HI
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सितम-कश मस्लहत से हूँ कि ख़ूबाँ तुझ पे 'आशिक़ हैं
तकल्लुफ़-बर-तरफ़ मिल जाएगा तुझ सा रक़ीब आख़िर
I endure suffering with discretion, for beauties are in love with you;Frankly, a rival such as you, will finally come into view.
I endure this suffering discreetly because many beautiful people are enamored with you. Frankly, eventually, a rival just like you will emerge.
2
दिया यारों ने बे-होशी में दरमाँ का फ़रेब आख़र
हुआ सकते से मैं आईना-ए-दस्त-ए-तबीब आख़र
My friends, in stupor, offered a cure's deceit at last;From trance, I became the mirror in the physician's hand at last.
My friends, while I was unconscious, ultimately offered the deception of a cure. Eventually, from that trance, I became like a mirror in the physician's hand.
3
रग-ए-गुल जादा-ए-तार-ए-न-गह से हद मुआफ़िक़ है
मिलेंगे मंज़िल-ए-उल्फ़त में हम और 'अंदलीब आख़र
The flower's vein, a path so fine, aligned with sight's delicate thread,
In love's abode, at last, we and the nightingale shall be led.
The delicate vein of a flower is perfectly aligned with the fine thread of sight. Ultimately, we and the nightingale will meet in the abode of love.
4
ग़ुरूर-ज़ब्त वक़्त-ए-नज़अ' टूटा बे-क़रारी से
नियाज़-ए-पर-फ़िशानी हो गया सब्र-ओ-शकेब आख़र
My pride in self-control shattered at death's approach, due to my restlessness;All patience and fortitude at last became a desperate, fluttering need.
My pride in self-control shattered at the moment of death's agony due to restlessness. Ultimately, all patience and fortitude became a desperate need for fluttering.
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'असद' की तरह मेरी भी बग़ैर-अज़ सुब्ह-ए-रूख़साराँ
हुई शाम-ए-जवानी ऐ दिल-ए-हसरत नसीब आख़र
Like Asad, my own youth's eve descended,Without the dawn of fair faces, O yearning heart, at last.
Like Asad, the evening of my youth also descended without experiencing the dawn of beautiful faces. O heart destined for yearning, my youth has finally ended without love or beauty.
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