Ghazal
Yum Hi Hairan-o-khafa Jon Ghunca-e-tasvir Hom
यूँ ही हैरान-ओ-ख़फ़ा जों ग़ुंचा-ए-तस्वीर हों
This ghazal speaks of a heart that is inexplicably bewildered and hurt, struggling with a sense of unfulfilled emotional connection. It portrays the turmoil of a restless soul weighed down by its own emotions and existence, questioning its worth and necessity to others.
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1
यूँ ही हैरान-ओ-ख़फ़ा जों ग़ुंचा-ए-तस्वीर हों
उम्र गुज़री पर न जाना मैं कि क्यूँ दिल-गीर हों
How are the buds of the picture so surprising and displeasing to the eye?
I don't know why, even after a lifetime, my heart is drawn to them.
Why are the buds of this picture so surprising and displeasing to the eye? I don't know why my heart is drawn to them, even after a lifetime.
2
इतनी बातें मत बना मुझ शेफ़ते से नासेहा
पंद के लाएक़ नहीं मैं क़ाबिल-ए-ज़ंजीर हों
Do not speak so many words to me, O guide; I am not worthy of a chain, nor am I capable of your advice.
Do not speak so many words to me, O guide; I am not worthy of a chain, nor am I capable of your advice.
3
सुर्ख़ रहती हैं मिरी आँखें लहू रोने से शैख़
मय अगर साबित हो मुझ पर वाजिब अल-ताज़ीर हूँ
My eyes remain red from weeping, O Sheikh,
If I am proven guilty, I am worthy of the punishment.
My eyes remain red from weeping, O Sheikh; if I am proven guilty, I am worthy of the punishment.
4
ने फ़लक पर राह मुझ को ने ज़मीं पर रौ मुझे
ऐसे किस महरूम का में शोर-ए-बे-तासीर हूँ
O, the path upon the sky, and the path upon the earth, for me,
O, I have the path upon the sky and the light upon the earth. I am what kind of ineffective noise to a deprived person?
5
जों कमाँ गरचे ख़मीदा हूँ पे छूटा और वहीं
उस के कूचे की तरफ़ चलने को यारो तीर हूँ
If I am a praise-giver who has left his dwelling, and now I am an arrow moving toward his lane, my friends.
If I am a praise-giver who has left his dwelling, and now I am an arrow moving toward his lane, my friends.
6
जो मिरे हिस्से में आवे तेग़-ए-जमधर सैल-ओ-कार्द
ये फ़ुज़ूली है कि मैं ही कुश्ता-ए-शमशीर हूँ
If the venom of Jamdar mountain and cardamon comes into my share,
It is naught but folly that I am the sword-wound.
If the venom of Jamdar mountain and cardamon comes into my share, it is folly that I myself am the sword-wound.
7
खोल कर दीवान मेरा देख क़ुदरत मुद्दई'
गरचे हूँ मैं नौजवाँ पर शाइ'रों का पीर हूँ
O Destiny, open my treasury, behold it,
Though I am young, I am the beloved of poets.
Oh Destiny, open my treasury and see; though I am young, I am the beloved of Shayars.
8
यूँ सआ'दत एक जमधर मुझ को भी गुज़ारिए
मुंसिफ़ी कीजे तो मैं तो महज़ बे-तक़सीर हूँ
Oh Sa'adat, please pass me through this crowd,
If you are just, I am merely faultless.
Oh Sa'adat, please pass me through this crowd; if you are just, I am merely faultless.
9
इस क़दर बे-नंग ख़बतों को नसीहत शैख़-जी
बाज़ आओ वर्ना अपने नाम को मैं 'मीर' हूँ
To such naked beauties, giving advice, Sheikh-ji,
Come back, or I, who am 'Mir', will claim your name.
Sheikh-ji, giving advice to such naked beauties; come back, or I, who am 'Mir', will take your name.
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