Ghazal
Vo Miri Chin-e-jabin Se Gham-e-pinhan Samjha
वो मिरी चीन-ए-जबीं से ग़म-ए-पिन्हाँ समझा
This ghazal by Mirza Ghalib meditates on deep perception, unspoken grief, and existential awareness. It highlights how an astute observer can decipher concealed agony merely from a furrowed brow, portraying the intense connection between insight, madness, and the burden of understanding life's painful truths.
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वो मिरी चीन-ए-जबीं से ग़म-ए-पिन्हाँ समझा
राज़-ए-मक्तूब ब-बे-रब्ती-ए-उनवाँ समझा
From the furrow on my brow, my hidden grief was understood; as the secret of a letter is read in the disorder of its title.
He deduced my hidden sorrow simply from the frown on my forehead, just as the secret inside a letter is understood from the incoherence of its title.
2
यक अलिफ़ बेश नहीं सैक़ल-ए-आईना हनूज़
चाक करता हूँ मैं जब से कि गरेबाँ समझा
The mirror's polish is still no more than a single alif / Ever since I learned what a collar was, I have torn it apart.
The polish on the mirror is still no more than a single stroke (an alif), even though I have been tearing open my collar ever since I understood what a collar was.
3
शरह-ए-असबाब-ए-गिरफ़्तारी-ए-ख़ातिर मत पूछ
इस क़दर तंग हुआ दिल कि मैं ज़िंदाँ समझा
Ask not the causes for the captivity of my heart; so constricted grew this breast, I mistook it for a prison.
Do not ask the reasons behind the captivity of my heart; my heart grew so constricted that I mistook it for a prison.
4
बद-गुमानी ने न चाहा उसे सरगर्म-ए-ख़िराम
रुख़ पे हर क़तरा अरक़ दीदा-ए-हैराँ समझा
Dark suspicion would not let her stride out boldly in her grace; it took each drop of sweat to be an astonished eye upon her face.
Suspicion did not let the beloved walk out boldly, as it mistook every drop of sweat on the face for an astonished, watching eye.
5
इज्ज़ से अपने ये जाना कि वो बद-ख़ू होगा
नब्ज़-ए-ख़स से तपिश-ए-शोला-ए-सोज़ाँ समझा
From my own helpless meekness, I deduced their cruel design; in the faint pulse of dry straw, the searing fire's heat I divined.
From my own helplessness I inferred that they must be cruel-natured, just as one gauges the scorching heat of a blazing flame from the pulse of dry straw.
6
सफ़र-ए-इश्क़ में की ज़ोफ़ ने राहत-तलबी
हर क़दम साए को मैं अपने शबिस्ताँ समझा
In love's long journey, weakness yearned for sweet repose; at every step, I mistook my own shadow for a bedchamber.
On the journey of love, extreme weakness made me crave rest so much that at every step I mistook my own shadow for a bedchamber.
7
था गुरेज़ाँ मिज़ा-ए-यार से दिल ता दम-ए-मर्ग
दफ़-ए-पैकान-ए-क़ज़ा इस क़दर आसाँ समझा
Till its dying breath, the heart kept fleeing the beloved's piercing lashes—did it deem warding off the fatal arrow of destiny so easy?
Until its dying breath, the heart kept fleeing from the beloved's eyelashes; it considered warding off the fatal arrow of destiny to be so easy.
8
दिल दिया जान के क्यूँ उस को वफ़ादार 'असद'
ग़लती की कि जो काफ़िर को मुसलमाँ समझा
Why did you surrender your heart, Asad, believing she would be true? You erred so deeply, mistaking an infidel for a faithful believer.
O Asad, why did you give your heart away thinking they were faithful? You made a grave mistake by considering an infidel to be a true believer.
9
हम ने वहशत-कदा-ए-बज़्म-ए-जहाँ में जूँ शम्अ'
शो'ला-ए-इश्क़ को अपना सर-ओ-सामाँ समझा
Like a candle in the wild assembly of this world, I deemed the flame of love to be my all, my only wealth.
In the desolate gathering of this world, just like a candle, I considered the flame of love to be my entire wealth and existence.
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