Ghazal
Mar Mar Gaye Nazar Kar Us Ke Barhana Tan Mein
मर मर गए नज़र कर उस के बरहना तन में
This ghazal expresses deep feelings of heartbreak, longing, and despair, focusing on the intense desire to behold the beloved's bare body. It speaks of the transience of life and the profound pain of separation, highlighting themes of loss and diminished self-respect.
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1
मर मर गए नज़र कर उस के बरहना तन में
कपड़े उतारे उन ने सर खींचे हम कफ़न में
My eyes died gazing at her naked body; they stripped off clothes and dragged us into the shroud.
My eyes died gazing at her naked body; they stripped off clothes and dragged us into the shroud.
2
गुल फूल से कब उस बिन लगती हैं अपनी आँखें
लाई बहार हम को ज़ोर-आवरी चमन में
When will my eyes resemble those of the beloved, amidst the garden's spring?
Oh, give us a gentle, graceful spring, not a wild one.
The Shayar asks when his eyes will resemble those of the beloved, and requests that he be given a gentle, graceful spring, rather than a wild one.
3
अब लाल-ए-नौ-ख़त उस के कम बख़्शते हैं फ़रहत
क़ुव्वत कहाँ रहे है याक़ूती-ए-कुहन में
The red of the nine-chapter love is no longer granted to her, / Where is the strength remaining in the ancient sapphire?
The red of the nine-chapter love is no longer granted to her, / Where is the strength remaining in the ancient sapphire?
4
यूसुफ़ अज़ीज़-ए-दिल-हा जा मिस्र में हुआ था
पाकीज़ा गौहरों की 'इज़्ज़त नहीं वतन में
Yusuf, the beloved of the heart, went to Egypt, / The honor of pure gems is not in the homeland.
The Shayar suggests that just as Yusuf, the beloved of the heart, went to Egypt, the honor of pure gems is not found in the homeland.
5
दैर ओ हरम से तू तो टुक गर्म-ए-नाज़ निकला
हंगामा हो रहा है अब शैख़ ओ बरहमन में
Oh, from the harem, you have emerged with such a spicy air of charm; a commotion is now rising among the scholars and the ascetics.
Oh, from the harem, you have emerged with such a spicy air of charm; a commotion is now rising among the scholars and the ascetics.
6
आ जाते शहर में तू जैसे कि आँधी आई
क्या वहशतें किया हैं हम ने दिवानपन में
When you entered the city, you were like a storm's arrival,
What atrocities have we committed in our madness?
When you arrived in the city, you were like the arrival of a storm; what havoc have we created in our madness?
7
हैं घाव दिल पर अपने तेग़-ए-ज़बाँ से सब की
तब दर्द है हमारे ऐ 'मीर' हर सुख़न में
From the wound inflicted by your tongue's sharp sword, my heart is pierced;\Oh Mir, pain resides in every single utterance of ours.
My heart bears wounds from everyone's sharp tongue; Oh Mir, pain resides in every utterance of ours.
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