Ghazal
ab haae koi taar-e-girebaan nahin raha
This ghazal poignantly portrays the peak of desolate madness and romantic despair, where even the traditional outlets of grief—such as tearing one's collar or wandering into the wilderness—have been exhausted. The poet reflects on an overwhelming sense of alienation and depletion, creating a deeply melancholic atmosphere of utter helplessness.
Source: Kashkol-e-Majzoob · UR
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اب ہائے کوئی تار گریباں نہیں رہا
وحشت میں جی بہلنے کا ساماں نہیں رہا
Alas, not a single thread remains of my tattered collar; in this wild frenzy, nothing is left to beguile my heart.
Alas, not even a single thread remains of my collar, and in this state of madness, there is nothing left to amuse or comfort my heart.
2
کب میری وحشتوں سے گریزاں نہیں رہا
کب مجھ سے دُور دُور بیاباں نہیں رہا
When has the wilderness not fled before my frenzy? When has the desert ever failed to keep far away from me?
When has the wilderness not fled from my madness, and when has the desert ever failed to keep far away from me?
3
وارفتگی شوق کا امکاں نہیں رہا
آجا کہ دل میں اب کوئی ارماں نہیں رہا
No possibility remains of passion’s wild delirium; Come now, for in my heart no desire lingers on.
There is no longer any possibility of madness or ecstasy in longing; come now, for no desire remains in the heart anymore.
4
مارا جو ایک ہاتھ گریباں نہیں رہا
کھینچی جو ایک آہ تو زنداں نہیں رہا
A single strike of my hand, and the collar was no more; a single sigh from my chest, and the prison was no more.
With just a single strike of my hand, my collar was torn to shreds, and when I drew a single deep sigh, the prison ceased to exist.
5
فیض بہار گلشن عارض تو دیکھئے
جنگل کو رُخ کیا تو بیاباں نہیں رہا
Behold the spring-like bounty of the garden of that cheek—turning its gaze toward the wild, the desert was desolate no more.
Behold the spring-like grace of the garden of the beloved's cheek; the moment they turned their face toward the wild, the wilderness was desolate no more.
6
تارِ نفس تو ہے اگر اے پنجۂ جنوں
کوئی گلے میں تار گریباں نہیں رہا
Even if no thread of collar is left about my neck, O claw of madness, the thread of breath still remains for you to tear.
O claw of madness, even if no thread of the collar is left around my neck to tear, the thread of breath still remains.
7
قبروں میں جی کے رہ گئے مُردے ارے غضب
کیوں ہو کے قصد گور غریباں نہیں رہا
The dead stirred back to life within their graves—alas, what agony! / Why so? Because You no longer intend to visit the graveyard of the forlorn.
What a disaster that the dead were left languishing in torment within their graves; why did you give up the intention of visiting the graveyard of the forlorn?
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لے چل اب اضطراب مجھے سوئے لامکاں
شایانِ وجد عالم امکاں نہیں رہا
Bear me away now, O restlessness, toward the placeless realm; this world of possibilities is worthy of ecstasy no more.
O restlessness, take me away now toward the realm beyond space, for this physical world of possibilities is no longer worthy of ecstatic joy.
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