Ghazal
Us Ki Nazron Men Intikhab Hua
उस की नज़रों में इंतिख़ाब हुआ
This ghazal captures the blissful euphoria of being chosen by the beloved and the triumphant magic of reciprocated love. It beautifully portrays the heart's surrender to enchanting beauty and the sweet fulfillment found in mutual devotion.
Source: rekhta · HI
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उस की नज़रों में इंतिख़ाब हुआ
दिल अजब हुस्न से ख़राब हुआ
Chosen it was by the glance of her eyes; ruined, this heart, by such wondrous beauty.
The heart was chosen by their gaze, and it was ruined by an extraordinary beauty.
2
इश्क़ का सेहर कामयाब हुआ
मैं तिरा तू मिरा जवाब हुआ
Love's enchanting spell has triumphed at last: I became yours, and you became my answer.
The magic of love has succeeded; I have become yours, and you have become my answer.
3
हर नफ़स मौज-ए-इज़्तिराब हुआ
ज़िंदगी क्या हुई अज़ाब हुआ
Every breath turned into a surge of restless agony; what did this life become—nothing but torment and misery.
Every breath has become a wave of restlessness and agony, and life has turned into nothing but pure torment.
4
जज़्बा-ए-शौक़ कामयाब हुआ
आज मुझ से उन्हें हिजाब हुआ
The fervor of my longing has triumphed at last; bashful in my presence, she veils herself today.
The intense fervor of my love has succeeded today, for my beloved has felt shy and drawn a veil before me.
5
मैं बनूँ किस लिए न मस्त-ए-शराब
क्यूँ मुजस्सम कोई शबाब हुआ
Why should I not be drunk on wine, when youth itself has taken bodily form?
Why should I not become intoxicated like one drunk on wine, when someone has become the very embodiment of youth?
6
निगह-ए-नाज़ ले ख़बर वर्ना
दर्द महबूब-ए-इज़्तिराब हुआ
Take heed, O glance of coquetry, lest unawares,
Pain becomes the beloved of my restlessness.
O coquettish glance, take care of me, lest this pain becomes the beloved of my restlessness.
7
मेरी बर्बादियाँ दुरुस्त मगर
तू बता क्या तुझे सवाब हुआ
Granted, my ruin was justified, but tell me: did it bring you any divine reward?
Granted that my destruction was justified, but tell me, did you gain any divine reward or virtue from it?
8
ऐन क़ुर्बत भी ऐन फ़ुर्क़त भी
हाए वो क़तरा जो हबाब हुआ
The height of nearness, yet the depths of estrangement— / Alas, that very drop which became a bubble!
Alas for that drop of water which turned into a bubble; it embodies extreme closeness to the water yet complete separation from it at the same time.
9
मस्तियाँ हर तरफ़ हैं आवारा
कौन ग़ारत-गर-ए-शराब हुआ
Intoxications wander adrift on every side; who is it that has plundered the wine?
Intoxication is wandering aimlessly in all directions; who is it that has plundered or ruined the wine?
10
दिल को छूना न ऐ नसीम-ए-करम
अब ये दिल रू-कश-ए-हबाब हुआ
Touch not this heart, O gentle breeze of grace, for it now rivals a fragile bubble's face.
O gentle breeze of grace, do not touch this heart, for it has now become as fragile as a water bubble.
11
इश्क़-ए-बे-इम्तियाज़ के हाथों
हुस्न ख़ुद भी शिकस्त-याब हुआ
At the hands of a love that makes no distinction, Beauty itself was brought to defeat.
At the hands of an indiscriminate love that makes no distinction, beauty itself ended up facing defeat.
12
जब वो आए तो पेश-तर सब से
मेरी आँखों को इज़्न-ए-ख़्वाब हुआ
When they arrived, before all else took place, / My eyes were granted leave to drift in dream.
When they arrived, before anything else, my eyes were granted permission to sleep.
13
दिल की हर चीज़ जगमगा उट्ठी
आज शायद वो बे-नक़ाब हुआ
Every chamber of the heart began to glow with light; perhaps today the beloved stepped unveiled into sight.
Everything within the heart has lit up with radiance; perhaps today the beloved has removed their veil.
14
दौर-ए-हंगामा-ए-नशात न पूछ
अब वो सब कुछ ख़याल ओ ख़्वाब हुआ
Ask not of that season of joyous revelry; all of it now has turned to thought and dream.
Do not ask about that era of joyful celebrations, for all of it has now turned into a mere thought and a dream.
15
तू ने जिस अश्क पर नज़र डाली
जोश खा कर वही शराब हुआ
Upon whichever tear you cast your gaze, stirred with passion, into wine it turned.
Whichever tear you cast your glance upon, it surged with passion and turned into wine.
16
सितम-ए-ख़ास-ए-यार की है क़सम
करम-ए-यार बे-हिसाब हुआ
I swear by the beloved’s exquisite tyranny, / The beloved's grace has now grown beyond measure.
I swear by the special cruelty of the beloved that the beloved's grace and kindness have now become boundless.
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