Ghazal
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शाएर-ए-फ़ितरत हूँ जब भी फ़िक्र फ़रमाता हूँ मैं
In this ghazal, the poet presents himself as a poet of nature whose contemplative soul permeates every speck of the universe. Alongside this profound connection with existence, the verses poignantly capture an overwhelming sense of incompleteness and longing felt in the beloved's absence.
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शाएर-ए-फ़ितरत हूँ जब भी फ़िक्र फ़रमाता हूँ मैं
रूह बन कर ज़र्रे ज़र्रे में समा जाता हूँ मैं
A poet of Nature am I; whenever in contemplation I glide, Becoming a soul, into each minute speck of existence I abide.
I am a poet of nature, and whenever I reflect or contemplate, I turn into a soul and permeate every single particle of existence.
2
आ कि तुझ बिन इस तरह ऐ दोस्त घबराता हूँ मैं
जैसे हर शय में किसी शय की कमी पाता हूँ मैं
Come, my friend, for without you I am so restless and distressed; as though in every single thing, I find something missing.
Come back, my friend, for without you I am so restless and uneasy, as though I feel a void or the lack of something in everything.
3
जिस क़दर अफ़्साना-ए-हस्ती को दोहराता हूँ मैं
और भी बे-गाना-ए-हस्ती हुआ जाता हूँ मैं
The more I recount the tale of existence, the more a stranger to existence I become.
The more I repeat the story of life, the more estranged and alienated I become from existence itself.
4
जब मकान-ओ-ला-मकाँ सब से गुज़र जाता हूँ मैं
अल्लाह अल्लाह तुझ को ख़ुद अपनी जगह पाता हूँ मैं
When I transcend all realms of space and the spaceless void,
O wonder of wonders! In my very own place, it is You I find.
When I pass beyond both the realm of space and the spaceless void, to my utter wonder, I find You occupying my very own place.
5
तेरी सूरत का जो आईना उसे पाता हूँ मैं
अपने दिल पर आप क्या क्या नाज़ फ़रमाता हूँ मैं
Finding it to be a mirror that reflects your radiant face / Oh, with what immense pride do I dote upon my own heart!
When I find my heart to be a mirror reflecting your face, I take immense pride in it myself.
6
यक-ब-यक घबरा के जितनी दूर हट आता हूँ मैं
और भी उस शोख़ को नज़दीक-तर पाता हूँ मैं
Startled all at once, the farther back I retreat, all the closer to me I find that playful beloved.
Whenever I suddenly panic and draw as far back as I can, I find that playful beloved even closer to me.
7
मेरी हस्ती शौक़-ए-पैहम मेरी फ़ितरत इज़्तिराब
कोई मंज़िल हो मगर गुज़रा चला जाता हूँ मैं
Ceaseless yearning is my very being, pure restlessness my soul; whatever destination comes my way, I keep passing beyond the goal.
My existence is ceaseless longing and my nature is restlessness; no matter what destination comes, I simply keep moving past it.
8
हाए-री मजबूरियाँ तर्क-ए-मोहब्बत के लिए
मुझ को समझाते हैं वो और उन को समझाता हूँ मैं
Alas, the bitter helplessness of forsaking our love— / they try to counsel me, and I try to counsel them.
Alas, what helplessness it is that to give up our love, they try to convince me and I try to convince them.
9
मेरी हिम्मत देखना मेरी तबीअत देखना
जो सुलझ जाती है गुत्थी फिर से उलझाता हूँ मैं
Behold my daring spirit, witness my restless will; / No sooner is the knot untangled, than I entangle it once more.
Look at my courage and observe my nature; whenever a tangled knot gets resolved, I deliberately entangle it once again.
10
हुस्न को क्या दुश्मनी है इश्क़ को क्या बैर है
अपने ही क़दमों की ख़ुद ही ठोकरें खाता हूँ मैं
What enmity does Beauty bear, what grudge does Love maintain? Stumbling over my very own feet, I am the cause of my own pain.
Beauty holds no enmity and love bears no grudge against me; I am simply stumbling over my own feet.
11
तेरी महफ़िल तेरे जल्वे फिर तक़ाज़ा क्या ज़रूर
ले उठा जाता हूँ ज़ालिम ले चला जाता हूँ मैं
Your gathering, your dazzling splendors—why then this urge to banish me? Look, cruel one, I rise and leave; look, I depart and set you free.
This is your gathering and your splendor, so why was there any need to demand that I leave? Look, O cruel beloved, I am getting up and leaving on my own.
12
ता-कुजा ये पर्दा-दारी-हा-ए-इश्क़-ओ-लाफ़-ए-हुस्न
हाँ सँभल जाएँ दो-आलम होश में आता हूँ मैं
How long this concealment of love, this boastful pride of beauty? / Let both worlds take heed and brace themselves, for I am coming to my senses now!
How long will this concealment of love and boastfulness of beauty continue? Let both worlds brace themselves, for I am finally coming to my senses.
13
मेरी ख़ातिर अब वो तकलीफ़-ए-तजल्ली क्यूँ करें
अपनी गर्द-ए-शौक़ में ख़ुद ही छुपा जाता हूँ मैं
Why should they take the trouble to reveal radiant glory for my sake? In the rising dust of my own yearning, I hide myself away.
Why should the beloved take the trouble of revealing their radiance for my sake, when I already hide myself away in the dust of my own yearning?
14
दिल मुजस्सम शेर-ओ-नग़्मा वो सरापा रंग-ओ-बू
क्या फ़ज़ाएँ हैं कि जिन में हल हुआ जाता हूँ मैं
The heart is verse and melody incarnate, she all color and perfume; / Oh, what an atmosphere is this, in which I slowly dissolve away!
My heart has become verse and melody incarnate while she is entirely color and fragrance; what an atmosphere this is in which I find myself slowly dissolving.
15
ता-कुजा ज़ब्त-ए-मोहब्बत ता-कुजा दर्द-ए-फ़िराक़
रहम कर मुझ पर कि तेरा राज़ कहलाता हूँ मैं
How long must love be restrained, how long this pain of parting borne? Have mercy on me, for after all, I am known as your secret.
How long must I restrain my love, and how long must I endure the pain of separation? Have mercy on me, for after all, I am known as your secret.
16
वाह-रे शौक़-ए-शहादत कू-ए-क़ातिल की तरफ़
गुनगुनाता रक़्स करता झूमता जाता हूँ मैं
O, this passion for martyrdom! Toward the slayer's lane I go / Humming a song, dancing in rapture, swaying to and fro.
What a remarkable longing for martyrdom this is that I am heading toward the killer's lane humming, dancing, and swaying with joy.
17
या वो सूरत ख़ुद जहान-ए-रंग-ओ-बू महकूम था
या ये आलम अपने साए से दबा जाता हूँ मैं
Either that state, where the world of hue and scent was bowed to my command; / Or this plight now, where I am crushed beneath the weight of my own shadow.
There was once a state where the entire world was under my control, and now there is this condition where I am suppressed under the weight of my own shadow.
18
देखना इस इश्क़ की ये तुरफ़ा-कारी देखना
वो जफ़ा करते हैं मुझ पर और शरमाता हूँ मैं
Behold the wondrous irony of this love, just behold— / They inflict cruelty upon me, yet it is I who blush with shame.
Look at this strange marvel of love: the beloved inflicts cruelties upon me, yet it is I who feel shy and ashamed.
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एक दिल है और तूफ़ान-ए-हवादिस ऐ 'जिगर'
एक शीशा है कि हर पत्थर से टकराता हूँ मैं
A single heart amidst a storm of misfortunes, O Jigar; a fragile glass, yet against every stone I clash.
O Jigar, there is just a single heart against a storm of calamities; I am like a piece of glass that keeps colliding with every stone.
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