Ghazal
Sun To Sahi Jahan Mein Hai Tera Fasana Kya
sun to sahi jahan mein hai tera fasana kya
Source: Kulliyat-e-Aatish (Matba Munshi Naval Kishore, Lucknow) · HI
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1
सुन तो सही जहान में है तेरा फ़साना क्या
कहती हो तुझको ख़ल्क़-ए-ख़ुदा ग़ाइबाना क्या
Just listen, after all—what is your tale across this world?
What does God's creation say of you behind your back, unheard?
Just listen—what is your story in this world? What does God's creation say about you in your absence?
2
क्या क्या उलझता है तेरी ज़ुल्फ़ों के तार से
बख़्ता तलब हो सीना-ए-सद-चाक शाना क्या
How much entangles itself in the strands of your tresses—
what fortune would the comb seek, its breast torn a hundredfold?
So many things get tangled in the strands of your tresses—what good fortune could the comb, its breast torn a hundred times over, ever hope to seek?
3
ज़ेर-ए-ज़मीन से आता है जो गुल सो ज़र-ब-कफ़
क़ारून ने रास्ते में लुटाया ख़ज़ाना क्या
Each rose that rises from beneath the earth comes with gold in its palm—
what treasure did Qarun scatter along the way?
Every flower that emerges from beneath the ground comes with gold in its palm—was it Qarun who scattered his treasure along the way?
4
उड़ता है शौक़-ए-राहत-ए-मंज़िल से बहब-ए-उम्र
महमेज़ कहते हैं गे किसे ताज़ियाना क्या
The steed of life gallops on, spurred by the longing for the comfort of the destination—
Tell me, what is a goad, and what a whip, to one who races so?
The steed of life gallops on, driven by the longing for the comfort of its destination; to one who races so, what meaning has a spur or a whip?
5
ज़ीना सबा का ढूँढती है अपनी मुश्त-ए-ख़ाक
बाम-ए-बुलंद यार का है आस्ताना क्या
My handful of dust goes seeking the stairway of the morning breeze—
Is the lofty rooftop of the beloved but a humble threshold now?
My handful of dust searches for the stairway of the morning breeze; is the beloved's lofty rooftop merely a humble threshold?
6
चारों तरफ़ से सूरत-ए-जानाँ हो जल्वा-गर
दिल साफ़ हो तेरा तो है आईना-ख़ाना क्या
From every side the beloved's face shines forth in radiant display—
if your heart be pure, then what is this hall of mirrors to you?
From all four sides the beloved's face appears shining in radiant splendour; if your heart is pure, then what is this house of mirrors to you.
7
सय्याद असीर-ए-दाम-ए-रग-ए-गुल हो अंदलीब
दिखला रहा है छुप के उसे दाम-ओ-दाना क्या
May the fowler be snared in the net of the rose-petal's veins, O nightingale—
For, hidden away, what snare and grain he keeps displaying to it!
O nightingale, may the hunter himself be trapped in the net of the rose-petal's veins—for, hidden away, he keeps displaying snare and grain to it.
8
तब्ल-ओ-अलम न पास है अपने न मुल्क माल
हमसे ख़िलाफ़ होके करेगा ज़माना क्या
No drum nor banner do we own, no realm, no wealth, no gold—
So what can the age do to us, though it turn hostile and bold?
We possess neither drum nor banner, nor any kingdom, land, or wealth. So what harm can the world do to us, even if it turns against us?
9
आती हो किस तरह से मेरी क़ब्ज़-ए-रूह को
देखूँ तो मौत ढूँढ रही हो बहाना क्या
How will you come to seize my parting soul, I wonder—
let me but see what pretext Death is searching for.
O Death, let me see just how you come to seize my departing soul, and what excuse you are searching for to do so.
10
होता है ज़र्द सुन के जो नामर्द मुद्दई
रुस्तम की दास्तान है हमारा फ़साना क्या
The craven foe turns pale on merely hearing it told—
our tale is a saga of Rustam, so what mere story is ours?
The cowardly rival turns pale just on hearing it—our tale is a saga like Rustam's, so it is no mere story.
11
बे-यार साज़-दार न होएगा गोश को
मुतरिब हमें सुनाता है अपना तराना क्या
Without the beloved, no harmony will reach the listening ear;
What song does the minstrel sing to us, that we should care to hear?
Without the beloved, no instrument will sound sweet to the ear; so what is the point of the minstrel singing his song to us.
12
सय्याद गुलज़ार दिखाता है सैर-ए-बाग़
बुलबुल क़फ़स में याद करे आशियाना क्या
The hunter shows the garden's charm, a stroll through blooms so fair—
yet in its cage, why would the nightingale recall its nest with care?
The hunter displays the beauty of the garden and a stroll through it, but trapped in its cage, why would the nightingale remember its nest?
13
तिरछी निगह से ताइर-ए-दिल हो चुका शिकार
जब तीर कज पड़ेगा उठेगा निशाना क्या
The bird of the heart was hunted by a single sidelong glance—
when the arrow flies so crooked, what prize will the aim advance?
The bird of the heart was already hunted by a single sidelong glance; when the arrow falls so crooked, what will the aim achieve?
14
बेताब है कमाल हमारा दिल-ए-हज़ीं
मेहमान सरा-ए-जिस्म का होगा रवाना क्या
Restless beyond measure is our sorrowful heart;
this guest of the body's inn—when will it depart?
Our sorrowful heart is extremely restless; this guest lodged in the inn of the body—who knows when it will set off and depart.
15
यूँ मुद्दई हसद से न दे दाद तो न दे
आतिश ग़ज़ल ये तू ने कही आशिक़ाना क्या
If the rival, out of envy, withholds his praise, let him withhold it so;
Atish, what a lover's ghazal is this that you have sung!
If the rival, out of envy, does not offer his praise, then let him not; Atish, what a lover's ghazal this is that you have composed!
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