Ghazal
Khove Hain Neend Meri Museebat Bayaniyaan
खोवें हैं नींद मेरी मुसीबत बयानीयाँ
This ghazal describes the agony of losing sleep and the stories filled with life's troubles. It expresses the pain of a broken heart due to the beloved's whims and betrayal. The poet laments the memories and longing of love, lamenting the indifference of life.
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1
खोवें हैं नींद मेरी मुसीबत बयानीयाँ
तुम भी तो एक रात सुनो ये कहानियाँ
My sleep is lost due to the troubles' tales,
You too, just listen to these stories for one night.
My sleep is lost due to the tales of troubles; you too, listen to these stories for one night.
2
क्या आग दे के तौर को की तर्क सर-कशी
उस शो'ले की वही हैं शरारत की बानीयाँ
What fire has given the form of logic and reasoning?
Those are the verses of mischief of that flame.
What fire has given the form of logic and reasoning? Those are the verses of mischief of that flame.
3
सोहबत रखा किया वो सफिया-ओ-ज़लाल से
दिल ही में ख़ूँ हुआ कीं मिरी नुक्ता-दानियाँ
How he kept company with the grace of Safiya and Zalal,
My heart bled, oh, my little jewel-like heart.
How he kept company with the grace of Safiya and Zalal, my little jewel-like heart bled.
4
हम से तो कीने ही की अदाएँ चली गईं
बे-लुत्फ़ियाँ यही यही ना-मेहरबानियाँ
From us, countless charms and airs have departed,
These cruel neglects, these undeserved graces.
Countless charms and airs have departed from us, these cruel neglects and these undeserved graces.
5
तलवार के तले ही गया अहद-ए-इम्बिसात
मर मर के हम ने काटी हैं अपनी जवानियाँ
Beneath the sword's shadow, the covenant of decline was spent; / Dying little by little, we have cut our youth away.
Beneath the sword, the covenant of decline was lost; little by little, we have spent our youth.
6
गाली सिवाए मुझ से सुख़न मत किया करो
अच्छी लगे हैं मुझ को तिरी बद-ज़बानियाँ
Do not speak to me of anything but abuse; I like your bad-tongued words.
Do not speak to me of anything but abuse; I like your bad-tongued words.
7
ग़ैरों ही के सुख़न की तरफ़ गोश-ए-यार थे
इस हर्फ़-ए-ना-शिनो ने हमारी न मानियां
To the whispers of strangers, my beloved's ear was inclined;
But this letter of 'Na' and 'Shin' did not heed our plea.
My beloved's ear was inclined toward the whispers of strangers, but this letter of 'Na' and 'Shin' did not listen to our plea.
8
ये बे-क़रारियाँ न कभू इन नय-देखीयाँ
जाँ-काहीयाँ हमारी बहुत सहल जानियाँ
These restless nights, these never-seen dawns,
Our lives have endured many such experiences.
Our lives have endured many such restless nights and never-seen dawns (experiences).
9
मारा मुझे भी सान के ग़ैरों में उन ने 'मीर'
क्या ख़ाक में मिलाईं मिरी जाँ-फ़िशानीयाँ
Oh, they have mixed me, too, among strangers, O Mir,
What kind of dust have they mixed my soul's unique identity with?
The poet says that they have mixed him, too, among strangers. He asks what kind of dust they have mixed his soul's unique identity with.
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