Ghazal
मोहब्बत में ये क्या मक़ाम आ रहे हैं
This ghazal reflects on the paradoxical and restless nature of love, where reaching the destination does not end the journey. It captures the bittersweet longing of awaiting the beloved and the tender self-deception the heart employs to console itself.
Source: rekhta · HI
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1
मोहब्बत में ये क्या मक़ाम आ रहे हैं
कि मंज़िल पे हैं और चले जा रहे हैं
What a strange station in love is this that we attain: arrived at the destination, yet still we journey on.
What kind of stage in love is this where we have already reached the destination, yet we keep walking on.
2
ये कह कह के हम दिल को बहला रहे हैं
वो अब चल चुके हैं वो अब आ रहे हैं
Repeating these words, we keep consoling the heart: / They have already departed, they are arriving now.
We keep consoling our heart by repeatedly telling it that they have already started on their way and are about to arrive.
3
वो अज़-ख़ुद ही नादिम हुए जा रहे हैं
ख़ुदा जाने क्या क्या ख़याल आ रहे हैं
Of their own accord, they grow consumed by remorse; God only knows what thoughts are crossing their mind.
They are becoming consumed with remorse entirely on their own; God only knows what kinds of thoughts are crossing their mind.
4
हमारे ही दिल से मज़े उन के पूछो
वो धोके जो दानिस्ता हम खा रहे हैं
Ask only of our heart the sweet pleasure of those deceits, those deceptions that we knowingly and willingly embrace.
Ask our heart about the pleasure of those deceptions that we are knowingly accepting.
5
जफ़ा करने वालों को क्या हो गया है
वफ़ा कर के भी हम तो शर्मा रहे हैं
What has come over those who deal in cruelty? For having stayed faithful, it is we who feel ashamed.
What has happened to those who inflict cruelty? Even after fulfilling our loyalty, it is we who are feeling ashamed.
6
वो आलम है अब यारो अग़्यार कैसे
हमीं अपने दुश्मन हुए जा रहे हैं
Such is the state now, friends, why speak of foes? / We ourselves are turning into our own enemies.
Friends, such is the situation now that there is no need to blame strangers or foes; we ourselves are turning into our own enemies.
7
मिज़ाज-ए-गिरामी की हो ख़ैर या-रब
कई दिन से अक्सर वो याद आ रहे हैं
May all be well with their noble grace, O Lord, / For days now, they come so constantly to mind.
O Lord, may my beloved's well-being remain safe, for they have been coming to my mind very frequently over the past several days.
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