Ghazal
तू दोस्त कसू का भी सितमगर न हुआ था
This ghazal reflects on the beloved's indiscriminate cruelty and fickleness, noting with bitter sorrow that their tyranny spares no one. Through a melancholic and resigned tone, it explores the inevitability of heartbreak and the merciless hand of fate.
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तू दोस्त कसू का भी सितमगर न हुआ था
औरों पे है वो ज़ुल्म कि मुझ पर न हुआ था
You were never a friend to anyone, O cruel beloved; yet such cruelty you inflict upon others now as was never endured by me.
O cruel one, you were never a friend to anyone, but now you inflict such cruelty upon others that was never even done to me.
2
छोड़ा मह-ए-नख़शब की तरह दस्त-ए-क़ज़ा ने
ख़ुर्शीद हुनूज़ उस के बराबर न हुआ था
The hand of Fate cast him down like the fabled moon of Nakhshab, though even the sun had not yet risen to rival his light.
The hand of fate cast him down like the artificial Moon of Nakhshab, even though the sun had not yet equaled his brilliance.
3
तौफ़ीक़ ब-अंदाज़ा-ए-हिम्मत है अज़ल से
आँखों में है वो क़तरा कि गौहर न हुआ था
Since pre-eternity, divine grace is meted to one's courage; lingering in the eyes is that drop which refused to become a pearl.
From eternity, divine grace is granted in proportion to one's courage; the drop that did not turn into a pearl still lingers in the eyes.
4
जब तक कि न देखा था क़द-ए-यार का आलम
मैं मो'तक़िद-ए-फ़ित्ना-ए-महशर न हुआ था
Until I beheld the grandeur of my beloved's graceful stature, / I had never believed in the turmoil of Judgment Day.
Until I saw the splendor and grace of my beloved's stature, I had never believed in the turmoil and chaos of the Day of Judgment.
5
मैं सादा-दिल आज़ुर्दगी-ए-यार से ख़ुश हूँ
या'नी सबक़-ए-शौक़ मुकर्रर न हुआ था
Simple-hearted, I rejoice in my beloved's displeasure / As though the lesson of passion had not been repeated.
I am so simple-hearted that I feel pleased even by my beloved's displeasure, as though this lesson of love had never been repeated to me before.
6
दरिया-ए-मआसी तुनुक-आबी से हुआ ख़ुश्क
मेरा सर-ए-दामन भी अभी तर न हुआ था
The river of sins ran dry from sheer lack of water, when even the hem of my robe had not yet grown wet.
The river of sins dried up due to a scarcity of water, even before the hem of my robe had become wet.
7
जारी थी 'असद' दाग़-ए-जिगर से मिरी तहसील
आतिश-कदा जागीर-ए-समुंदर न हुआ था
My livelihood was drawn, O Asad, from the wounds of my heart, before the temple of fire became the salamander's fiefdom.
O Asad, my livelihood was being gathered from the wounds of my heart even before the fire temple had become the fiefdom of the salamander.
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