Ghazal
Main Ne Jo Be-kasaana Majlis Mein Jaan Khoi
मैं ने जो बे-कसाना मज्लिस में जान खोई
This ghazal describes a gathering or gathering place where the poet lost his life (or sense of self). It expresses intense emotions of love and yearning within the dazzling and mysterious atmosphere of the gathering. The poet suggests that a single gesture or moment from the beloved was enough to drown his existence.
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1
मैं ने जो बे-कसाना मज्लिस में जान खोई
सर पर मिरे खड़ी हो शब शम्अ' ज़ोर रवी
The life I lost in the gathering, leaving me bare,
Is like a candle on my head, illuminated by the sun's might.
The life that I lost in the gathering, while being bare, is like a candle on my head, lit by the strength of the sun.
2
आती है शम्अ' शब को आगे तिरे ये कह कर
मुँह की गई जो लोई तो क्या करेगा कोई
As the lamp approaches the night, saying, 'Advance,'
If I bruise my mouth, what can anyone do?
As the lamp approaches the night, saying, 'Advance,' if I bruise my mouth, what can anyone do?
3
बे-ताक़ती से आगे कुछ पूछता भी था सो
रोने ने हर घड़ी के वो बात ही डुबोई
How often did I ask for something more than my weakness allowed?
But tears drowned all those words in every passing moment.
Cómo often did I ask for something more than my weakness allowed? But tears drowned all those words in every passing moment.
4
बुलबुल की बेकली ने शब बे-दिमाग़ रखा
सोने दिया न हम को ज़ालिम न आप सोई
The nightingale's coquetry kept the night awake,
Not even you, cruel one, could find sleep.
The nightingale's coquetry kept the night awake, and not even you, cruel one, could find sleep.
5
उस ज़ुल्म पेशा की ये रस्म-ए-क़दीम है गी
ग़ैरों पे मेहरबानी यारों से कीना-जूई
This custom of your cruel profession is old,
To show kindness to strangers, and to friends, to be sold.
The Shayar says that this custom of your cruel profession is old: to show kindness to strangers, and to friends, to be sold.
6
नौबत जो हम से गाहे आती है गुफ़्तुगू की
मुँह में ज़बाँ नहीं है इस बद-ज़बाँ के गोई
The conversation that comes from you, oh, how it sounds,
This bad-tongue has no language to speak, it's profound.
The conversation that comes from you sounds so captivating that this bad-tongue has no other language to speak.
7
उस मह के जल्वे से कुछ ता 'मीर' याद देवे
अब के घरों में हम ने सब चाँदनी है बोई
From the charm of that beloved, some memories of 'Mir' are evoked,
In today's homes, we have sown all the moonlight.
From the charm of that beloved, some memories of 'Mir' are evoked, and now we have sown moonlight in all homes.
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