Ghazal
वुसअत-ए-सई-ए-करम देख कि सर-ता-सर-ए-ख़ाक
This ghazal contemplates the burning intensity of longing and the scorched expanse of existence, where even boundless mercy struggles to quench the soul's profound thirst. Through striking imagery of blistered feet and fiery deserts, Ghalib captures the enduring agony and unfulfilled passion of love's ceaseless quest.
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वुसअत-ए-सई-ए-करम देख कि सर-ता-सर-ए-ख़ाक
गुज़रे है आबला-पा अब्र-ए-गुहर-बार हुनूज़
Behold the boundless striving of grace: across the dust from end to end, still wanders with blistered feet the pearl-scattering cloud.
Look at the boundless effort of grace and benevolence, that the pearl-showering cloud is still traversing the entire earth from end to end with blistered feet.
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यक-क़लम काग़ज़-ए-आतिश-ज़दा है सफ़्हा-ए-दश्त
नक़्श-ए-पा में है तब-ए-गर्मी-ए-रफ़्तार हुनूज़
The desert's page is all at once a sheet consumed by fire; yet in the footprint still burns the blazing fever of that speed.
The entire expanse of the desert has become like a burnt piece of paper, yet the footprint still holds the intense heat of that swift pace.
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दाग़-ए-अतफ़ाल है दीवाना ब-कोहसार हुनूज़
ख़ल्वत-ए-संग में है नाला तलब-गार हुनूज़
Still scarred by children's stones, the madman roams the mountain hill; Within the seclusion of the rock, his lament yearns on still.
The mad lover in the mountains still bears the scars from children's stones, and even inside the seclusion of the rock, his lament is still yearning.
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ख़ाना है सैल से ख़ू-कर्दा-ए-दीदार हुनूज़
दूरबीं दर-ज़दा है रख़्ना-ए-दीवार हुनूज़
Habituated still to watching for the flood, the ruined house awaits; / Through the breach within its wall, a telescope keeps watch upon the gates.
The house is still accustomed to watching the flood, and the breach in the wall still acts like a telescope trained toward the entrance.
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आई यक-उम्र से मअज़ूर-ए-तमाशा नर्गिस
चश्म-ए-शबनम में न टूटा मिज़ा-ए-ख़ार हुनूज़
For an age has the narcissus been helpless to behold the spectacle, yet in the eye of the dewdrop, the thorn-lash remains unbroken still.
The narcissus has been unable to witness the spectacle for an entire lifetime, yet in the eye of the dewdrop, the thorn-like eyelash still remains unbroken.
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क्यूँ हुआ था तरफ़-ए-आबला-ए-पा या-रब
जादा है वा-शुदन-ए-पेचिश-ए-तूमार हुनूज़
Why was it partial to the blistered foot, O Lord, when the road remains the unfurling of an endless scroll?
O Lord, why did it take the side of the blister on the foot, when the road is still unfurling like a long, tangled scroll?
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हों ख़मोशी-ए-चमन हसरत-ए-दीदार 'असद'
मिज़ा है शाना-कश-ए-तुर्रा-ए-गुफ़्तार हुनूज़
Though I am the garden's silence, yearning for a glimpse, O Asad, yet my eyelashes still comb the tangled curls of speech.
O Asad, even though I am the garden's silence yearning for a sight of the beloved, my eyelashes are still combing the tresses of speech.
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