Ghazal
Husn-e-pari Ik Jalwa-e-mastana Hai Uska
husn-e-pari ik jalwa-e-mastana hai uska
Source: Kulliyat-e-Aatish (Matba Munshi Naval Kishore, Lucknow) · HI
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1
हुस्न-ए-परी इक जल्वा-ए-मस्ताना है उसका
होशियार वही हो कि जो दीवाना है उस का
The beauty of the fairy is but one intoxicated glimpse of Him,
Truly wise is only he who has gone mad for love of Him.
The fairy's beauty is merely one intoxicated glimpse of Him; truly wise is only the one who has become mad in love of Him.
2
गुल आते हैं बस्ती में अदम से ब-हमा-गोश
बुलबुल का ये नाला नहीं अफ़्साना हो उस का
The roses come into the garden from non-being, all ears to listen;
This is no mere lament of the nightingale—it is the telling of its tale.
The flowers come into the dwelling from non-existence, entirely attentive with their ears; this is not the nightingale's lament, but the telling of its tale.
3
गिर्यां हो अगर शम्अ तो सर धुनता है शोला
मालूम हुआ सोख़्ता परवाना है उस का
If the candle should fall, the flame beats its head in grief—
now it is known: the burnt-out moth was its own beloved.
If the candle weeps, the flame beats its head in sorrow; thus it became known that the burnt-out moth was its very own beloved.
4
वो शोख़ निहाँ गंज के मानिंद हो इसमें
मामूरा-ए-आलम जो है वीराना है उस का
That playful one lies hidden within it, like a buried treasure;
The flourishing city of this world is but His desolate ruin.
That playful beloved is hidden within it like a buried treasure; this flourishing habitation of the world is but His desolate ruin.
5
जो चश्म कि हैरान हुई आईना हो उसकी
जो सीना कि सद चाक हुआ शाना हो उस का
The eye that was struck with wonder—let a mirror be its own;
The breast that was torn to a hundred shreds—let a comb be its own.
Let the eye that was filled with wonder have a mirror of its own, and let the breast that was torn into a hundred pieces have a comb of its own.
6
दिल क़स्र-ए-शहंशह हो वो शोख़ आमीन शहंशाह
अर्सा ये दो आलम का जिलौ-ख़ाना हो उस का
Let the heart be the emperor's palace, that mischievous one the sovereign enthroned;
And both the worlds a mere forecourt spread wide before his royal throne.
May the heart become the emperor's palace with that mischievous beloved enthroned as sovereign within it, and may both the worlds be merely the forecourt spread before his royal throne.
7
वो याद है उसकी कि भुला दे दो जहान को
हालत को करे ग़ैर वो याराना हो उस का
Such is the memory of her that one forgets both the worlds;
may that friendship be mine, which transforms my very state.
Her memory is such that it makes one forget both worlds; may I have that friendship which transforms my very condition.
8
यूसुफ़ नहीं जो हाथ लगे चंद दिरम से
क़ीमत जो दो आलम की हो बयाना हो उस का
He is no Yusuf to be had for a few paltry coins—
he whose worth is both the worlds would take but their mere down-payment.
He is no Yusuf to be bought for a few coins; one whose price is both the worlds—those two worlds would be merely his advance payment.
9
अल्लाह रे सफ़ा-ए-दो-बिना-गोश का आलम
मुश्ताक़ हर एक गौहर-ए-यकदाना है उस का
By God, the brilliance of those two ear-lobes, how pure—
Each solitary pearl longs to adorn them, I am sure.
By God, what a state of purity those two ear-lobes possess; every unique, solitary pearl yearns to adorn them.
10
आवारगी-ए-निकहत-ए-गुल है ये इशारा
जामा से जो बाहर है वो दीवाना हो उस का
The wandering of the rose's fragrance gives this sign:
Whoever bursts beyond his garb is maddened, and is Thine.
The aimless drifting of the rose's fragrance is a sign: whoever breaks out of his garment becomes maddened for Him.
11
ये हाल हुआ उस के फ़क़ीरों से हुवैदा
आलूदा-ए-दुनिया जो है बेगाना है उस का
This truth stands revealed through His mendicants, made plain:
Whoever is soiled by the world remains a stranger to Him.
This has become evident through His mendicants: whoever is tainted by the world stays a stranger to Him.
12
शुक्राना साक़ी-ए-अज़ल करता हो आतिश
लबरेज़ मय-ए-शौक़ से पैमाना हो उस का
Let Aatish give thanks to the eternal cup-bearer,
that his goblet brims over with the wine of longing.
Let Aatish give thanks to the eternal cup-bearer, for his goblet brims over with the wine of longing.
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