Ghazal
Ai Junoon Dasht-e-adam Ke Kooch Ka Saamaan Kiya
ai junoon dasht-e-adam ke kooch ka saamaan kiya
Source: Kulliyat-e-Aatish (Matba Munshi Naval Kishore, Lucknow) · HI
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1
ऐ जुनूँ दश्त-ए-अदम के कूच का सामान किया
जिस्म के जामे को मैं ने चाक ता दामान किया
O madness, you made ready the march to the desert of non-being—
the robe of my body I rent, torn from collar down to hem.
O madness, you have prepared for the journey to the desert of non-existence; I have torn the garment of my body from the collar all the way down to the hem.
2
मुँह छुपा आब तू न मशातिन से ऐ ख़ुर्शीद रू
चर्ख़-ए-गर्दान की तरह बरसों ही सरगर्दान किया
Hide not your face now from the maids who dress you, O sun-faced one;
like the revolving sky, for years you've kept me whirling, lost and undone.
O sun-faced one, do not hide your face now from the maids who adorn you; like the revolving sky, you have kept me wandering and bewildered for years.
3
मर गईं तेरी जुदाई में हज़ारों हसरतें
इश्क़-ए-ग़ारतगर ने मेरे दिल को गोरिस्तान किया
A thousand longings died within the parting from your side;
Love the plunderer has turned my heart into a graveyard wide.
In the sorrow of being separated from you, thousands of desires and longings perished. This destructive, plundering love has turned my heart into a graveyard.
4
नाला-ए-जाँकाह ने पत्थर को पानी कर दिया
मुर्ग़-ओ-माही को दिल-ए-बेताब ने गिर्यान किया
The soul-rending lament turned even stone to flowing water;
The restless heart set bird and fish alike to weeping.
The soul-piercing lament melted even stone into water; the restless heart made birds and fish alike break into tears.
5
जल्द नहला मुझको मेरे ख़ून से ऐ शमशीर-ए-यार
दामन-ए-दिल सालहा आलूदा-ए-इस्यान किया
Bathe me swiftly in my own blood, O beloved's sword,
for years the skirt of my heart has been stained with the soil of sin.
O sword of the beloved, bathe me quickly in my own blood, for over the years the skirt of my heart has been stained with the filth of sin.
6
शाम से ता सुब्ह नींद आई न एकदम तुझ बग़ैर
आग नालों ने लगाई अश्क ने तूफ़ान किया
From dusk till dawn, without you, not a wink of sleep did come—
My laments set the night ablaze, my tears raised up a flood.
From evening until morning, without you not a moment of sleep came to me; my laments kindled a fire and my tears stirred up a storm.
7
ऐ फ़लक मरहून-ए-एहसान तू न तेरा मैं हुआ
शुक्र है मुझको ख़ुदा ने बे-सर-ओ-सामान किया
O heavens, I became neither beholden to your kindness nor your own—
I thank my God that He has left me destitute, with naught to call my own.
O sky, I became neither indebted to your favour nor your own; I am thankful to my God that He rendered me destitute, with nothing to my name.
8
आदमी क्या वो न समझे जो सुख़न की क़द्र को
नुत्क़ ने हैवान से मुश्त-ए-ख़ाक को इंसान किया
Can he be called a man who knows not how to value speech?
For it was speech that raised a fistful of dust above the beasts to man.
How can he be called a human who does not value speech, for it was the power of speech that raised a mere fistful of dust from the level of beasts to that of man.
9
आतिश-ए-दिलख़स्ता तेरा या इलाही कुछ न था
क़तरा-ए-नाचीज़ को दरिया-ए-बे-पायान किया
The fire of this broken heart, O my God, was nothing at all—
Yet a worthless drop You turned into a boundless, shoreless sea.
O God, the fire of my broken heart was nothing at all; yet You turned a worthless drop into a boundless, shoreless sea.
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