Ghazal
मिरा राज़-ए-दिल आश्कारा नहीं
This ghazal delves into the themes of profound inner mystery, individuality, and unexpressed emotions. Portraying the self as a shoreless river and an unseen fragrance, it evokes a contemplative and enigmatic tone of deep introspection.
Source: rekhta · HI
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मिरा राज़-ए-दिल आश्कारा नहीं
वो दरिया हूँ जिस का किनारा नहीं
The secret of my heart is not laid bare; I am a river that knows no shore.
The secret of my heart is not revealed to anyone; I am a river that has no shore.
2
वो गुल हूँ जुदा सब से है जिस का रंग
वो बू हूँ कि जो आश्कारा नहीं
I am that rose whose hue is unlike any other; I am that fragrance which remains unrevealed.
I am a flower whose color is different from all others, and I am that fragrance which has not been revealed.
3
वो पानी हूँ शीरीं नहीं जिस में शोर
वो आतिश हूँ जिस में शरारा नहीं
I am that sweet, quiet water that makes no turbulent sound; I am that deep fire where not a single spark is found.
I am that sweet water in which there is no noise, and I am that fire in which there is no spark.
4
बहुत ज़ाल-ए-दुनिया ने दीं बाज़ियाँ
मैं वो नौजवाँ हूँ जो हारा नहीं
Many a cunning game this crone of a world has played, yet I remain the youth who never conceded defeat.
This crone of a world played many deceptive games against me, but I am that youth who never conceded defeat.
5
जहन्नम से हम बे-क़रारों को क्या
जो आतिश पे ठहरे वो पारा नहीं
What fear of Hell have we, the restless souls, in its domain? That which can rest upon the fire is mercury only in name.
What concern do we restless ones have with hell, for that which can remain still over fire is not true mercury.
6
फ़क़ीरों की मज्लिस है सब से जुदा
अमीरों का याँ तक गुज़ारा नहीं
The assembly of dervishes stands apart from all the rest; here, the wealthy find no passage, nor can they endure.
The gathering of dervishes is completely distinct from the rest of the world; the rich and wealthy have no place here, nor can they fit in.
7
सिकंदर की ख़ातिर भी है सद्द-ए-बाब
जो दारा भी हो तो मदारा नहीं
Even for Alexander, the door remains barred; and were one Darius himself, there is no kind regard.
The door remains barred even for Alexander, and even if one is Darius, no hospitality or special regard is shown.
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किसी ने तिरी तरह से ऐ 'अनीस'
उरूस-ए-सुख़न को सँवारा नहीं
No one quite like you, O Anees, has ever adorned the bride of verse.
O Anees, no one has adorned the bride of poetry in the manner that you have.
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