Ghazal
Pareshan Ho Ke Meri Khaak Aakhir Dil Na Ban Jaaye
परेशाँ हो के मेरी ख़ाक आख़िर दिल न बन जाए
This ghazal expresses a profound sense of restlessness and emotional turmoil, where the poet fears that his current distress or suffering might solidify into an unbearable or permanent state. He yearns for relief from present difficulties while acknowledging the value and impact of his emotional journey and experiences.
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1
परेशाँ हो के मेरी ख़ाक आख़िर दिल न बन जाए
जो मुश्किल अब है या रब फिर वही मुश्किल न बन जाए
My dust, weary and distressed, do not become a heart,
May the difficulty that lies before us, O God, not become so again.
May my dust, weary and distressed, not become a heart, and may the difficulty that lies before us, O God, not become so again.
2
न कर दें मुझ को मजबूर-ए-नवाँ फ़िरदौस में हूरें
मिरा सोज़-ए-दरूँ फिर गर्मी-ए-महफ़िल न बन जाए
Do not force me in the paradise of the nine, with its nymphs,
Lest my inner burning turns into the heat of the gathering.
Do not force me into the paradise of the nine with its nymphs, lest my inner burning turns into the heat of the gathering.
3
कभी छोड़ी हुई मंज़िल भी याद आती है राही को
खटक सी है जो सीने में ग़म-ए-मंज़िल न बन जाए
Even a destination once left behind calls to the traveler,
It feels like a thorn in the heart, lest it becomes the sorrow of the destination.
Even a destination once abandoned is remembered by the traveler; it feels like a thorn in the heart, lest it becomes the sorrow of the destination.
4
बनाया इश्क़ ने दरिया-ए-ना-पैदा-कराँ मुझ को
ये मेरी ख़ुद-निगह-दारी मिरा साहिल न बन जाए
Love has created a river where I was never born; let my own gaze not become its shore.
Love has created a river where I was never born; let my own gaze not become its shore.
5
कहीं इस आलम-ए-बे-रंग-ओ-बू में भी तलब मेरी
वही अफ़्साना-ए-दुंबाला-ए-महमिल न बन जाए
Even in this colorless and scentless world, may my desire not become that tale of the burdens to be carried.
Even in this colorless and scentless world, may my desire not become that burdensome tale (or burden).
6
उरूज-ए-आदम-ए-ख़ाकी से अंजुम सहमे जाते हैं
कि ये टूटा हुआ तारा मह-ए-कामिल न बन जाए
From the rise of the mortal, the stars are startled,
Lest this broken star should become the full moon of love.
From the rise of the mortal, the stars are startled, lest this broken star should become the full moon of love.
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