Ghazal
जिस सर को ग़ुरूर आज है याँ ताज-वरी का
This ghazal speaks about the transient nature of pride and arrogance. It suggests that whatever head is adorned with pride or a crown today, tomorrow it will be marked by the noise of grief and sorrow. It emphasizes that no one is safe on any journey of life.
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जिस सर को ग़ुरूर आज है याँ ताज-वरी का
कल उस पे यहीं शोर है फिर नौहागरी का
Whose head today bears the pride of a crown,
Tomorrow the same spot will echo with the lament of sorrow.
Whose head today bears the pride of a crown, tomorrow the same spot will echo with the lament of sorrow.
2
शर्मिंदा तिरे रुख़ से है रुख़्सार परी का
चलता नहीं कुछ आगे तिरे कब्क-ए-दरी का
From your countenance, the maiden's blush is ashamed,
And from your waist-belt, nothing can advance.
From your face, the maiden's blush is ashamed, and from your waist-belt, nothing can advance.
3
आफ़ाक़ की मंज़िल से गया कौन सलामत
अस्बाब लुटा राह में याँ हर सफ़री का
Who returns safely from the destination of the horizons? / Whether it is the circumstances scattered along the path, or every traveler's fate.
Who returns safe from the destination of the horizons? Whether it is the scattered circumstances on the path, or the fate of every traveler.
4
ज़िंदाँ में भी शोरिश न गई अपने जुनूँ की
अब संग मुदावा है इस आशुफ़्ता-सरी का
Even in captivity, the fervor of my passion did not subside;
Now, companionship is the remedy for this restless heart.
Even in captivity, the fame of my passion did not diminish; now, companionship is the remedy for this restless heart.
5
हर ज़ख़्म-ए-जिगर दावर-ए-महशर से हमारा
इंसाफ़-तलब है तिरी बेदाद-गरी का
Every wound of the heart demands justice from the Day of Judgment for your heedlessness.
Every wound of the heart demands justice from the Day of Judgment for your heedlessness.
6
अपनी तो जहाँ आँख लड़ी फिर वहीं देखो
आईने को लपका है परेशाँ-नज़री का
The place where your eyes once challenged mine, look there again,
It has snatched the mirror, troubled by your gaze.
The place where your eyes once challenged mine, look there again, it has snatched the mirror, troubled by your gaze.
7
सद मौसम-ए-गुल हम को तह-ए-बाल ही गुज़रे
मक़्दूर न देखा कभू बे-बाल-ओ-परी का
In the season of flowers, may our heart wander only in the hair; / I have never seen the fate of one without beauty and fairies.
In the season of flowers, may our heart wander only in the hair; I have never seen the fate of one without beauty and fairies.
8
इस रंग से झमके है पलक पर कि कहे तू
टुकड़ा है मिरा अश्क अक़ीक़-ए-जिगरी का
Oh, the sparkle on my eyelid, from what color does it gleam, tell me; / Is my tear merely a fragment of my dearest heart's essence?
Tell me, from what color does this sparkle on my eyelid gleam; is my tear merely a fragment of my dearest heart's essence?
9
कल सैर किया हम ने समुंदर को भी जा कर
था दस्त-ए-निगर पंजा-ए-मिज़्गाँ की तरी का
Yesterday, we went for a stroll, even to the sea, / Like the hand and the paw of the great peacock.
Yesterday, we went for a stroll, even to the sea, / Like the hand and the paw of the great peacock.
10
ले साँस भी आहिस्ता कि नाज़ुक है बहुत काम
आफ़ाक़ की इस कारगह-ए-शीशागरी का
Let even the breath come gently, for this craft of poetry, this stage of horizons, is very delicate.
Take even the breath slowly, because this workshop of poetry of the horizons is very delicate.
11
टुक 'मीर'-ए-जिगर-सोख़्ता की जल्द ख़बर ले
क्या यार भरोसा है चराग़-ए-सहरी का
Tuk 'Mir'-e-Zigar-sokhta, bring soon news to me,
What faith is there in the lamp of the morning's glow?
Tuk 'Mir'-e-Zigar-sokhta, bring soon news to me; what faith is there in the lamp of the morning's glow?
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