Ghazal
तेरे तौसन को सबा बाँधते हैं
This ghazal metaphorically explores the boundless nature of human imagination and will, likening it to binding the wind or capturing the essence of thought. It reflects on the paradoxical power of a sigh and the swiftness of life, ultimately hinting at a unique freedom found even within the tears of existence.
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तेरे तौसन को सबा बाँधते हैं
हम भी मज़मूँ की हवा बाँधते हैं
To your swift steed, they tether the morning breeze; We too harness the very winds of our themes.
Just as others tether the morning breeze to your swift steed, we too skillfully harness the very winds of our imaginative themes.
2
आह का किस ने असर देखा है
हम भी एक अपनी हवा बाँधते हैं
Who has ever seen the effect of a sigh? We too just make our own claims.
Who has ever witnessed the impact of a sigh? We too are merely creating our own bluster or making empty claims.
3
तेरी फ़ुर्सत के मुक़ाबिल ऐ उम्र
बर्क़ को पा-ब-हिना बाँधते हैं
O Life, against your leisure's fleeting spell,They bind the lightning by its feet as well.
O Life, in comparison to your moments of leisure, people bind lightning by its feet. This implies that life's time, even its free moments, is so fleeting that people attempt to control even something as fast as lightning.
4
क़ैद-ए-हस्ती से रिहाई मा'लूम
अश्क को बे-सर-ओ-पा बाँधते हैं
Freedom from existence's prison is known;Yet helpless, formless tears are bound.
Freedom from the prison of existence is known, yet they bind the helpless and formless tears.
5
नश्शा-ए-रंग से है वाशुद-ए-गुल
मस्त कब बंद-ए-क़बा बाँधते हैं
The flower's blossoming is from the intoxication of its hue;When do the intoxicated ever tie the fastenings of their robe?
The flower's blossoming is due to the intoxication of its colors. When do intoxicated people ever tie the fastenings of their robes?
6
ग़लती-हा-ए-मज़ामीं मत पूछ
लोग नाले को रसा बाँधते हैं
Don't ask about the blunders in their themes,People consider a mere lament as eloquent verse.
Don't ask about the errors in their themes; people consider a mere lament to be eloquent poetry.
7
अहल-ए-तदबीर की वामांदगियाँ
आबलों पर भी हिना बाँधते हैं
The helplessness of resourceful minds, they apply henna even on their blisters.
The helplessness of resourceful minds, they apply henna even on their blisters.
8
सादा पुरकार हैं ख़ूबाँ 'ग़ालिब'
हम से पैमान-ए-वफ़ा बाँधते हैं
Simple yet artful are the beauties, Ghalib,Who with us make a pact of loyalty.
Ghalib, the beautiful ones are simple yet artful (cunning), and they make a pact of loyalty with us.
9
पाँव में जब वो हिना बाँधते हैं
मेरे हाथों को जुदा बाँधते हैं
When they adorn their feet with henna's dye,My own hands, bound apart, helplessly lie.
When they adorn their feet with henna, my hands feel as though they are tied separately.
10
हुस्न-ए-अफ़्सुर्दा-दिली-हा-रंगीं
शौक़ को पा-ब-हिना बाँधते हैं
The vibrant beauty of hearts steeped in gloom,
Binds passion like feet adorned in henna's bloom.
The vibrant beauty found in sorrowful hearts binds passion, much like feet adorned with henna are metaphorically bound or restricted.
11
तेरे बीमार पे हैं फ़रियादी
वो जो काग़ज़ में दवा बाँधते हैं
Against your ailing one, complaints they air,Those who in paper, remedies prepare.
The very people who prepare medicines in paper, meaning the healers, are actually complaining about your sick beloved. This highlights a paradoxical situation where caregivers are voicing grievances instead of providing treatment.
12
क़ैद में भी है असीरी आज़ाद
चश्म-ए-ज़ंजीर को वा बाँधते हैं
Even in prison, my captivity is free;They tie open the eye of the chain.
Even in prison, my captivity is free. They tie open the 'eye' or loop of the chain.
13
शैख़-जी का'बे का जाना मा'लूम
आप मस्जिद में गधा बाँधते हैं
O Shaikh, your journey to the Ka'ba is well-known, Yet you tie a donkey within the mosque.
O Shaikh, your journey to the Ka'ba is well-known, yet you tie a donkey inside the mosque.
14
किस का दिल ज़ुल्फ़ से भागा कि 'असद'
दस्त-ए-शाना ब-क़ज़ा बाँधते हैं
Whose heart, Asad, has fled from the tresses, that the comb's hand is now bound by fate?
Whose heart, Asad, has ever fled from the tresses? It seems that even the hand of the comb is now bound by fate.
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