Ghazal
zaahid kahoon kya tujh se ki hoon ab main kidhar ka
In this ghazal, the poet addresses the ascetic to express the acute alienation and helplessness caused by passionate love, leaving him belonging neither to the sacred nor the profane. It conveys deep despair over the irresistible, fatal gaze of the beloved, against which even destiny cannot protect the heart.
Source: Kulliyat-e-Hazrat Ruknuddin Ishq (poems only) · HI
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1
ज़ाहिद कहूँ क्या तुझ से कि हूँ अब मैं किधर का
आफ़त-ज़दा हूँ यार इधर का न उधर का
What can I tell you, preacher, of where I now belong? Struck by calamity, my friend, I am neither here nor there.
O ascetic, what can I tell you about where I belong now; struck by calamity, my friend, I am left neither belonging here nor there.
2
किस तौर दिल उस ख़ंजर-ए-मिज़्गाँ की सिपर हो
मक़दूर जहाँ हो न क़ज़ा का न क़दर का
How could the heart serve as a shield against the dagger of those lashes, in a realm where neither fate nor destiny holds any sway?
How can the heart serve as a shield against the dagger of those eyelashes, in a place where even death and divine destiny have no power?
3
गुलज़ार में दुनिया के हूँ जूँ नख़्ल-ए-भचंपा
ख़्वाहिश न समर की न मियाँ ख़ौफ़-ए-क़हर का
In this world's garden I am like the ground-champa tree: craving no sweet fruit, my friend, nor fearing wrath's decree.
In the garden of this world, I am like the ground-champa plant; my friend, I neither desire any fruit nor fear any wrath or calamity.
4
मैं हाथ में हूँ बाद के मानिंद पर-ए-काह
पा-बंद न घर का हूँ न मुश्ताक़ सफ़र का
Held in the wind's grasp like a wisp of straw am I; neither bound to home, nor yearning for the road.
I am in the grip of the wind like a wisp of straw; I am neither tied to home nor longing to travel.
5
उस से जो किया इश्क़ का मज़कूर किसी ने
बोला कि अबस ज़िक्र है उस ख़ाक-ब-सर का
When someone spoke to my beloved of love, they merely said: 'Futile is any mention of that dust-headed wretch.'
When someone mentioned love to the beloved, they dismissed it by saying that talking about that ruined, dust-headed lover is completely futile.
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