Ghazal
Yak-zarra-e-zameen Nahin Be-kaar Bagh KaYaan Jaada Bhi Fateela Hai
यक-ज़र्रा-ए-ज़मीं नहीं बे-कार बाग़ का
This ghazal contemplates the interconnectedness and purpose of all things in the universe, suggesting that even a path or a sorrow has a role. It then delves into the challenging nature of awareness, implying that its burden might necessitate an escape. The verses also highlight the perceived irrationality of love and the poet's profound, long-standing devotion to the art of poetry.
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यक-ज़र्रा-ए-ज़मीं नहीं बे-कार बाग़ का
याँ जादा भी फ़तीला है लाले के दाग़ का
No particle of the garden's ground is ever in vain,Here, even the path is a wick for the tulip's fiery stain.
Not a single particle of the garden's ground is useless; here, even the path serves as a wick for the tulip's dark spot.
2
बे-मय किसे है ताक़त-ए-आशोब-ए-आगही
खींचा है इज्ज़-ए-हौसला ने ख़त अयाग़ का
Who, without wine, has the strength for the turmoil of awareness? The weakness of courage has drawn the goblet's line.
Who, without wine, possesses the strength to endure the turmoil of awareness? It is the weakness of courage that has drawn the line of the goblet.
3
बुलबुल के कारोबार पे हैं ख़ंदा-हा-ए-गुल
कहते हैं जिस को इश्क़ ख़लल है दिमाग़ का
The roses laugh at the nightingale's plight,They say what is love, is a flaw of the mind.
The roses laugh at the nightingale's obsessed state. They say that what is called love is merely a flaw of the mind.
4
ताज़ा नहीं है नश्शा-ए-फ़िक्र-ए-सुख़न मुझे
तिर्याकी-ए-क़दीम हूँ दूद-ए-चराग़ का
The rapture of poetic thought is nothing new to me;I am an ancient addict of the lamp's smoke.
The intoxication of poetic thought is not new to me; I am an old addict, accustomed to the smoke of a lamp.
5
सौ बार बंद-ए-इश्क़ से आज़ाद हम हुए
पर क्या करें कि दिल ही अदू है फ़राग़ का
A hundred times I broke free from love's chains, but what can I do, my heart itself is the foe of peace?
A hundred times I broke free from the chains of love, but what can I do when my heart itself is the enemy of peace?
6
बे-ख़ून-ए-दिल है चश्म में मौज-ए-निगह ग़ुबार
ये मय-कदा ख़राब है मय के सुराग़ का
Dust is the wave of glance within the eye, for it lacks the heart's blood,A ruined tavern this, where no trace of wine is understood.
The wave of glance in the eye is dust, for it lacks the heart's blood. This tavern is ruined, as there is no trace of wine to be found within.
7
बाग़-ए-शगुफ़्ता तेरा बिसात-ए-नशात-ए-दिल
अब्र-ए-बहार ख़ुम-कद किस के दिमाग़ का?
Your blossoming garden, the expanse of the heart's delight;Whose mind is a wine-cellar for the spring cloud's might?
Your blossoming garden is the vast expanse of the heart's delight. Whose mind becomes a wine-cellar for the intoxicating influence of the spring cloud?
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जोश-ए-बहार-ए-कुल्फ़त-ए-नज़्ज़ारा है 'असद'
है अब्र पम्बा रौज़न-ए-दीवार-ए-बाग़ का
O Asad, such is the spring's intensity of sight's distress,The cloud is cotton for the garden wall's recess.
O Asad, such is the fervor of spring's distressing sight that the cloud has become cotton for the opening in the garden wall.
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