Ghazal
Yadash-ba-khair Jab Vo Tasavvur Men Aa Gaya
यादश-ब-ख़ैर जब वो तसव्वुर में आ गया
This ghazal captures the transformative and poetic power of the beloved's memory, which unleashes a torrent of beauty, youth, and verse. It reflects on how true love, upon reaching its ultimate essence, transcends all bounds to illuminate and dominate both worlds.
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1
यादश-ब-ख़ैर जब वो तसव्वुर में आ गया
शे'र ओ शबाब ओ हुस्न का दरिया बहा गया
Blessed be the memory, whenever into my thoughts they strode; a surging river of verse, youth, and beauty freely flowed.
Bless their memory, whenever they entered my imagination, a river of poetry, youth, and beauty surged forth.
2
जब इश्क़ अपने मरकज़-ए-असली पे आ गया
ख़ुद बन गया हसीन दो आलम पे छा गया
When love arrived at its true and primal core, it turned to beauty itself and held both realms in thrall.
When love reached its true center, it became beauty itself and reigned over both worlds.
3
जो दिल का राज़ था उसे कुछ दिल ही पा गया
वो कर सके बयाँ न हमीं से कहा गया
The secret of the heart was somehow grasped by the heart alone; neither could they put it into words, nor could we make it known.
The secret that lay in the heart was somehow understood by the heart alone; neither were they able to express it, nor could we bring ourselves to say it.
4
नासेह फ़साना अपना हँसी में उड़ा गया
ख़ुश-फ़िक्र था कि साफ़ ये पहलू बचा गया
The counselor laughed away this tale of mine; how shrewd of him to neatly dodge this side.
The counselor laughed away my story; he was clever enough to neatly avoid this aspect altogether.
5
अपना ज़माना आप बनाते हैं अहल-ए-दिल
हम वो नहीं कि जिन को ज़माना बना गया
People of the heart fashion their own era; we are not among those whom the times have molded.
People of the heart create their own era themselves; we are not among those who are molded or shaped by the times.
6
दिल बन गया निगाह निगह बन गई ज़बाँ
आज इक सुकूत-ए-शौक़ क़यामत ही ढा गया
The heart became a searching gaze, the gaze became a tongue; today, a silence born of longing has wrought utter ruin like doomsday.
The heart turned into eyes and the eyes became speech; today, a silence born of longing has wrought utter havoc like doomsday.
7
मेरा कमाल-ए-शेर बस इतना है ऐ 'जिगर'
वो मुझ पे छा गए मैं ज़माने पे छा गया
The triumph of my verse, O Jigar, is simply this: they held sway over me, and I held sway over the world.
O Jigar, the sole triumph of my poetry is simply that my beloved overwhelmed me, and I overwhelmed the entire world.
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