Ghazal
Garmi Se Main To Atis-e-gham Ki Pighal Gaya
गर्मी से मैं तो आतिश-ए-ग़म की पिघल गया
This ghazal speaks of the lover being almost melted by the intense heat and the fire of separation/grief (ishq-e-gham). The poet expresses his fragile and unstable emotions, recounting moments like being intoxicated by tears. Ultimately, he describes being lost in the ecstasy of love but managing to regain his composure.
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1
गर्मी से मैं तो आतिश-ए-ग़म की पिघल गया
रातों को रोते रोते ही जों शम-ए-गुल गया
From the heat, I melted in the flame of sorrow,
By crying through the nights, I turned to the lamp of roses.
From the heat, I melted in the flame of sorrow; by crying through the nights, I became the lamp of roses.
2
हम ख़स्ता-दिल हैं तुझ से भी नाज़ुक-मिज़ाज-तर
तेवरी चढ़ाई तू ने कि याँ जी निकल गया
We are more fragile-hearted and delicate-tempered than you, yet you have made us feel so overwhelmed that our lives have nearly left us.
We are more fragile-hearted and delicate-tempered than you, yet the torment you have inflicted has almost taken our very lives.
3
गर्मी-ए-इश्क़ माने नश्व-ओ-नुमा हुई
मैं वो निहाल था कि उगा और जल गया
The heat of love, I took it as the glow of the evening; I was so joyous that I sprouted and burned.
The heat of love, I mistook for the glow of the evening; I was so joyous that I sprouted and burned.
4
मस्ती में छोड़ दैर को का'बे चला था मैं
लग़्ज़िश बड़ी हुई थी व-लेकिन सँभल गया
In my revelry, I left the Kaaba behind, I was walking; the intoxication had grown great, but I regained my balance.
In my revelry, I left the Kaaba behind and was walking; the intoxication had grown great, but I regained my balance.
5
साक़ी नशे में तुझ से लुंढा शीशा-ए-शराब
चल अब कि दुख़्त-ए-ताक का जोबन तो ढल गया
Oh, cupbearer, in your intoxication, you are a wandering mirror of wine;
Now move, for the youth of the arch of sorrow has faded.
Oh, cupbearer, in your intoxication, you are a wandering mirror of wine; now move, for the youth of the arch of sorrow has faded.
6
हर ज़र्रा ख़ाक तेरी गली की है बे-क़रार
याँ कौन सा सितम-ज़दा माटी में रुल गया
Every particle of dust in your alley is restless,
Which cruel mischief has made the earth writhe?
Every particle of dust in your alley is restless, what cruel mischief has made the earth writhe?
7
उर्यां तनी की शोख़ी से दीवानगी में 'मीर'
मजनूँ के दश्त-ए-ख़ार का दामाँ भी चल गया
From the madness born of your grace, 'Mir',
Even the hem of Majnun's desert has moved.
From the madness born of your grace, 'Mir' says that even the hem of Majnun's thorny desert has moved.
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