Ghazal
Jigar Ko Daagh Main Manind-e-lala Kya Karta
jigar ko daagh main manind-e-lala kya karta
Source: Kulliyat-e-Aatish (Matba Munshi Naval Kishore, Lucknow) · HI
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1
जिगर को दाग़ मैं मानिंद-ए-लाला क्या करता
लबालब अपने लहू का प्याला क्या करता
How could I mark my heart with scars, like the tulip's crimson stain?
How could I brim this cup of mine to the lip with my own blood's rain?
How could I cover my heart with scars like the tulip's dark mark, and how could I fill a cup to the brim with my own blood?
2
मिला न सर्व को कुछ अपनी रास्ती में फल
कुलाह-ए-कज जो न करता तो लाला क्या करता
Not everyone found fruit upon his chosen way;
If the tulip wore not its tilted crown, what else could it do?
The upright cypress gained no fruit from its straightness; if the tulip did not wear its tilted cap, what else could it have done.
3
जरीदा मैं रह-ए-पुर-ख़ून-ए-इश्क़ से गुज़रा
जरस से क़ाफ़िला में बहस-ए-नाला क्या करता
Alone I passed along love's blood-soaked path, apart from all,
Why argue of my lament with the caravan's bell's call?
I passed alone along love's blood-soaked path, separate from everyone. Why would I debate my lament with the caravan's bell?
4
जुनून-ए-इश्क़ में रहना था इम्तियाज़ न कुछ
चकोर तौक़-ए-गुलू मह का हाला क्या करता
In love's wild frenzy no distinction could remain—
how could the chakor make the moon's halo a collar round its throat?
In the madness of love no distinction remained; how could the chakor bird turn the moon's halo into a collar around its throat.
5
बचा क्या उसे तोड़ा जो सग-ए-दरिया के
हुबाब ले के ये ख़ाली प्याला क्या करता
What was left for me to break once I had broken the river's cup—
having taken the bubble, what would I do with this empty goblet?
Once I had broken the river's own cup, what remained for me to break? Having taken the bubble, what use would I have for this empty goblet?
6
न खाया ग़ुस्सा कभी ख़्वांचा से क़िस्मत के
फंसे जो हलक़ में मैं वो निवाला क्या करता
I never swallowed the anger served from fate's own tray;
that morsel stuck within my throat—what could I do with it?
I never swallowed the anger served from fate's tray; that morsel stuck in my throat—what could I do with it?
7
बला-ए-बद हुई दाग़ों से सर्दी-ए-काफ़ूर
सुलूक-ए-नेक ज़राअत से ज़ाला क्या करता
The cold of camphor turned to deadly scourge from these scars I bear;
what kindly dealing could the hailstorm show to tender crops laid bare?
The coolness of camphor became a deadly affliction because of these scars; how could the hailstorm ever do any kindly deed to the crops.
8
दिया नविश्ता न उस बुत को दिल के तोड़े में
ख़ुदा के घर का भला मैं क़बाला क्या करता
I gave no written deed to that idol in the breaking of my heart—
how could I draw up a title-deed to the house of God itself?
I handed no written deed over to that idol when my heart was breaking—how could I ever draw up a title-deed to the very house of God?
9
सफ़ा हुआ न रियाज़त से नफ़्स-ए-अम्मारा
कोई नजासत-ए-सग का इज़ाला क्या करता
No austerity could cleanse the carnal, commanding self—
how could anyone wash away a dog's defilement?
Even spiritual discipline could not purify the commanding, carnal self; how could anyone ever remove the impurity of a dog?
10
लगी हो आग जो कम्बल कभी उड़ाया है
तिरे बरहना शै गर्मी-ए-दोशाला क्या करता
When the blanket caught fire, did you ever fling it off?
O naked one, what could the warmth of a shawl have done for you?
When the blanket caught fire, did you ever fling it away? O naked one, what use was the warmth of a shawl to you?
11
न करती अक़्ल अगर हफ़्त आसमान की सैर
कोई ये साथ वरक़ का रिसाला क्या करता
Had not the intellect roamed through the seven heavens,
who would have cared for this slender tract of paper's leaves?
Had the intellect not journeyed through the seven heavens, no one would have bothered to keep this few-paged tract with them.
12
मिरी तरफ़ जो उन्हें खींचती कशिश दिल की
बुतों को बरहमनों का हवाला क्या करता
Had the heart's own pull been drawing them toward me,
why would I hand the idols over to the brahmins' care?
Had the heart's own attraction been pulling them toward me, why would I have handed the idols over to the brahmins' keeping?
13
किसी ने मोल न पूछा दिल-ए-शिकस्ता का
कोई ख़रीद के टूटा प्याला क्या करता
No one inquired the price of this shattered heart of mine—
who would ever buy a broken cup, and what would they do with it?
No one even asked the price of the broken heart; after all, who would buy a broken cup and what use would it be to them.
14
अरूस-ए-दहर से बू-ए-वफ़ा नहीं आती
भला मैं बकू का इस के इज़ाला क्या करता
From the bride of this world no scent of faithfulness ever comes;
so tell me, what remedy could I have found for this?
From the bride that is this world no fragrance of faithfulness ever comes; so what remedy or cure could I possibly have made for it.
15
सर-ओ-सुफ़्ता भी होता तो लुत्फ़ था आतिश
अकेले पी के शराब-ए-दोसाला क्या करता
Had a drunken companion been there, what joy it would have been, Aatish — / for alone, what was I to do with that two-year-aged wine?
Had there been a tipsy companion, it would have been a delight, O Aatish; drinking that two-year-old wine all alone, what was I to do with it?
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