Ghazal
कहते हैं बहार आई गुल फूल निकलते हैं
This ghazal describes the arrival of spring and the vibrancy of life. The speaker notes that with the arrival of spring, flowers bloom, but his heart also carries a unique restlessness. He speaks of a profound emotional change, stating that the former numbness is gone, and even his tears now bubble like a river, reflecting deep emotional intensity and melancholic realization.
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1
कहते हैं बहार आई गुल फूल निकलते हैं
हम कुंज-ए-क़फ़स में हैं दिल सीनों में जलते हैं
They say that spring has come, and flowers bloom from the garden,
But we are in the cage of the grove, with hearts burning in our chests.
They say that spring has arrived and flowers bloom, but we are in the cage of the grove, with our hearts burning in our chests.
2
अब एक सी बे-होशी रहती नहीं है हम को
कुछ दिल भी सँभलते हैं पर देर सँभलते हैं
Now, there is no continuous state of oblivion in us,
Some hearts are managed, but only after delay.
Now, we do not have a continuous state of oblivion; some hearts manage, but only after a delay.
3
वो तो नहीं इक छींटा रोने का हुआ गाहे
अब दीदा-ए-तर अक्सर दरिया से उबलते हैं
It wasn't just a mere sprinkle of tears, but
Now the sight of the beloved often boils like a river.
It wasn't just a mere sprinkle of tears, but now the sight of the beloved often boils like a river.
4
उन पाँव को आँखों से हम मलते रहे जैसा
अफ़्सोस से हाथों को अब वैसा ही मलते हैं
As if we used to rub those feet with our eyes,
So we rub our hands now, filled with regret.
Just as we once used to rub those feet with our eyes, we now rub our hands with regret.
5
क्या कहिए कि आ'ज़ा सब पानी हुए हैं अपने
हम आतिश-ए-हिज्राँ में यूँ ही पड़े गलते हैं
What can I say, that all the waters of love have drained away from me; / I merely lie melting in the flames of separation.
What can I say that all the waters of love have drained away from me; I merely lie melting in the flames of separation.
6
करते हैं सिफ़त जब हम लाल-ए-लब-ए-जानाँ की
तब कोई हमें देखे क्या ला'ल उगलते हैं
When we praise the beloved's crimson lips, / Who sees us? Do the scarlet lips speak?
When we praise the beloved's crimson lips, who sees us? Do the scarlet lips speak?
7
गुल फूल से भी अपने दिल तो नहीं लगते टुक
जी लोगों के बेजानाँ किस तौर बहलते हैं
Are your hearts not more precious than flowers and blooms? / How do people's careless hearts drift and flow?
The poet suggests that hearts are more precious than flowers, questioning how people's heedless hearts manage to flow and drift.
8
हैं नर्म सनम गो न कहने के तईं वर्ना
पत्थर हैं उन्हों के दिल काहे को पिघलते हैं
Your heart is soft, beloved, but not to be told;
For their hearts are stone, how can they ever melt?
Your heart is soft, beloved, but it should not be spoken of; for their hearts are stone, how can they ever melt?
9
ऐ गर्म-ए-सफ़र याराँ जो है सो सर-ए-रह है
जो रह सको रह जाओ अब 'मीर' भी चलते हैं
O, my friend, the heat of the journey, which is the very path of life; if you can endure it, then I, 'Mir,' also must proceed.
O, friend, the heat of this journey is the path of life itself; if you are able to endure it, then I, 'Mir,' must also proceed.
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