Ghazal
ज़ख़्म पर छिड़कें कहाँ तिफ़्लान-ए-बे-परवा नमक
In this ghazal, Ghalib explores the paradoxical pleasure found in the pain of love and madness. Expressing a relish for suffering, the poet laments that the stones thrown at him by indifferent children lack salt, finding supreme solace only in the dust of the beloved's path.
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ज़ख़्म पर छिड़कें कहाँ तिफ़्लान-ए-बे-परवा नमक
क्या मज़ा होता अगर पत्थर में भी होता नमक
Where could these carefree children find salt to sprinkle on my wound? What sheer delight it would have been had stones contained salt too!
Where would these carefree children find salt to sprinkle on my wounds? How wonderful it would be if stones, too, contained salt!
2
गर्द-ए-राह-ए-यार है सामान-ए-नाज़-ए-ज़ख़्म-ए-दिल
वर्ना होता है जहाँ में किस क़दर पैदा नमक
The dust of the beloved's path is the proud adornment of the wounded heart; otherwise, how much salt could this world ever produce?
The dust from the beloved's path is the source of pride (and salt) for the heart's wound; otherwise, the world could never produce enough salt for it.
3
मुझ को अर्ज़ानी रहे तुझ को मुबारक होजियो
नाला-ए-बुलबुल का दर्द और ख़ंदा-ए-गुल का नमक
May the pain of the nightingale's lament be freely mine, and blessed unto you be the salt of the rose's smile.
May the pain of the nightingale's lament be freely bestowed upon me, and may the charm of the rose's smile be blessed unto you.
4
शोर-ए-जौलाँ था कनार-ए-बहर पर किस का कि आज
गर्द-ए-साहिल है ब-ज़ख़्म-ए-मौज-ए-दरिया नमक
Whose fiery gallop stirred the ocean shore, that even today, the dust along the coast acts as salt upon the sea-wave's wound?
Whose spirited riding raised such an uproar on the seashore that even today, the dust of the coast acts like salt on the wound of the sea's wave?
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दाद देता है मिरे ज़ख़्म-ए-जिगर की वाह वाह
याद करता है मुझे देखे है वो जिस जा नमक
He applauds the deep wound of my heart with cries of 'Bravo! Ah!' / And remembers me wherever his eyes chance to fall upon salt.
He praises the deep wound of my heart with cries of 'bravo', and remembers me wherever he sees salt.
6
छोड़ कर जाना तन-ए-मजरूह-ए-आशिक़ हैफ़ है
दिल तलब करता है ज़ख़्म और माँगे हैं आ'ज़ा नमक
To leave behind the lover's wounded frame, alas, what a pity; the heart still longs for wounds, while every limb begs for salt.
It is a pity to leave the wounded body of the lover behind, for the heart still craves more wounds and every limb longs for salt to be sprinkled on them.
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ग़ैर की मिन्नत न खींचूँगा पय-ए-तौफ़ीर-ए-दर्द
ज़ख़्म मिस्ल-ए-ख़ंदा-ए-क़ातिल है सर-ता-पा नमक
I shall not beg of another to multiply my pain; / Like the slayer's mocking smile, my wound is all salt from head to toe.
I will not plead with anyone else to increase my pain; like the killer's mocking smile, my wound is already full of salt from head to toe.
8
याद हैं 'ग़ालिब' तुझे वो दिन कि वज्द-ए-ज़ौक़ में
ज़ख़्म से गिरता तो मैं पलकों से चुनता था नमक
Do you remember those days, Ghalib, when in the ecstasy of passion, / If salt fell from the wound, I would gather it with my eyelashes?
O Ghalib, do you remember those days when, in the ecstasy of passion, if salt fell from the wound, I used to pick it up with my eyelashes?
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इस अमल में ऐश की लज़्ज़त नहीं मिलती 'असद'
ज़ोर निस्बत मय से रखता है अज़ारा का नमक
In this ordeal, Asad, one finds no relish of delight— / Though a strong kinship with wine is borne by the salt of izara.
Asad, there is no relish of pleasure to be found in this ordeal or practice, even though the salt of izara has a strong affinity with wine.
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