Ghazal
मशहूर चमन में तिरी गुल पैरहनी है
This ghazal describes the captivating beauty and enchanting presence of a beloved person in a gathering. The poet praises every part of the beloved, noting that their very existence is a unique form of yearning. It expresses the depth of love and the emotional turmoil that this love generates.
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1
मशहूर चमन में तिरी गुल पैरहनी है
क़ुर्बां तिरे हर उज़्व पे नाज़ुक-बदनी है
In the famous garden, your attire is lovely,
For your every limb, your delicate body is a sacrifice.
In the famous garden, your attire is lovely, and dear, your every limb is graced by a delicate body.
2
उर्यानी-ए-आशुफ़्ता कहाँ जाए पस-अज़-मर्ग
कुश्ता है तिरा और यही बे-कफ़नी है
Where can the agitated Uryani go, in the face of death? Your demise is imminent, and this is life without a shroud.
Where can the agitated Uryani go, facing death? Your demise is near, and this is a life without a shroud.
3
समझे है न परवाना न थामे है ज़बाँ शम्अ'
वो सोख़्तनी है तो ये गर्दन-ज़दनी है
You understand, but the beloved does not hold the tongue's flame,
If it is a secret whisper, then it is a neck-slashing blow.
You understand that the beloved does not restrain the tongue's flame; if it is a secret whisper, it is like a blow to the neck.
4
लेता ही निकलता है मिरा लख़्त-ए-जिगर अश्क
आँसू नहीं गोया कि ये हीरे की कनी है
As soon as it falls, it rises, my heart's stained tear;
It is not a mere tear, but a particle of diamond, dear.
As soon as it falls, my heart's stained tear emerges. It is not a mere tear, but a particle of diamond.
5
बुलबुल की कफ़-ए-ख़ाक भी अब होगी परेशाँ
जामे का तिरे रंग सितमगर चिमनी है
Even the dust-stained wing of the nightingale will be restless now,
The cup of your color, O cruel one, is a smoky chimney.
Even the dust-stained wing of the nightingale will be restless now, and the cup of your color, O cruel one, is like a smoky chimney.
6
कुछ तो उभर ऐ सूरत-ए-शीरीं कि दिखाऊँ
फ़रहाद के ज़िम्मे भी अजब कोह-कनी है
Show me some beauty, O lovely face, that I may show; / For Farhad's own burden is a strange, steep hill.
Show me some beauty, O lovely face, that I may show; / For Farhad's own burden is a strange, steep hill.
7
हों गर्म-ए-सफ़र शाम-ए-ग़रीबाँ से ख़ुशी हों
ऐ सुब्ह-ए-वतन तू तो मुझे बे-वतनी है
May the evening of the stranger be joyful, with the warmth of the journey; oh morning of the homeland, you are to me a feeling of exile.
May the stranger's evening be joyful with the warmth of the journey; oh morning of the homeland, you feel like exile to me.
8
हर-चंद गदा हूँ मैं तिरे इश्क़ में लेकिन
इन बुल-हवसों में कोई मुझ सा भी ग़नी है
I am a staff of every kind in your love, but
Among these desires, there is no one as rich as I.
I am a staff of every kind in your love, but among these desires, there is no one as rich as I.
9
हर अश्क मिरा है दुर-ए-शहवार से बेहतर
हर लख़्त-ए-जिगर रश्क-ए-अक़ीक़-ए-यमनी है
Every tear of mine is better than the distant king's palace,
And every fragment of my heart is the envy of the Yemeni sacred thread.
Every tear of mine is better than a distant king's palace, and every fragment of my heart is the envy of the Yemeni sacred thread.
10
बिगड़ी है निपट 'मीर' तपिश और जिगर में
शायद कि मिरे जी ही पर अब आन बनी है
Oh Meer, both the heat and the heart have been ruined,
Perhaps my own existence is now a burden.
Meer says that both the heat and the heart are ruined, and perhaps his own existence has now become a burden.
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