Ghazal
Ab Zoof Se Dhahata Hai Betabi Shitabi Ki
अब ज़ोफ़ से ढहता है बेताबी शिताबी की
This ghazal explores the collapse of restlessness and lethargy, describing the emotional and mental turmoil of life. It speaks of the heart's deep yearning and the sense of emotional disruption. The poet vividly portrays the intense experiences of love and longing within the gathering of lovers.
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1
अब ज़ोफ़ से ढहता है बेताबी शिताबी की
उस दिल के तड़पने ने क्या ख़ाना-ख़राबी की
How has the restlessness, which now collapses with such ease,
Caused such a destruction in that heart's yearning?
The restlessness, which now collapses with such ease, what destruction has it caused in that heart's yearning? The couplet suggests that the intense longing or impatience has caused significant emotional turmoil or damage to the heart.
2
उन दरस-गहों में वो आया न नज़र हम को
क्या नक़ल करूँ ख़ूबी उस चेहरा किताबी की
In those glances, he did not appear to us,
How can I imitate the beauty of a bookish face?
In those glances, he did not appear to us; how can I imitate the beauty of a bookish face?
3
भुनते हैं दिल इक जानिब सकते हैं जिगर यकसू
है मज्लिस-ए-मुश्ताक़ाँ दुकान कबाबी की
Our hearts are burning, our livers are restless,
In the gathering of lovers, a kebab shop is found.
The heart is burning from one side, and the liver is restless from the other, when there is a kebab shop in the gathering of lovers.
4
तल्ख़ उस लब-ए-मय-गूँ से सब सुनते हैं किस ख़ातिर
तह-दार नहीं होती गुफ़्तार शराबी की
From that bitter lip, stained with the wine-like intoxication, everyone hears for what purpose; the tongue of the drunkard is never subtle.
From those bitter lips, stained with wine-like intoxication, everyone asks for what purpose they speak; the tongue of the drunkard is never controlled.
5
यक बू कुशी बुलबुल है मौजिब-ए-सद-मस्ती
पुर-ज़ोर है क्या दारू ग़ुंचे की गुलाबी की
Oh, the nightingale is the giver of intoxication,
Oh, the nightingale is the source of intoxication. Is the pink wine of the bud so potent?
6
अब सोज़-ए-मोहब्बत से सारे जो फफोले हैं
है शक्ल मिरे दिल की सब शीशा हबाबी की
From the burning pangs of love, all the blisters are gone,
The reflection of my heart is now that of a precious mirror.
From the blisters caused by the pain of love, all have faded; my heart's reflection is now like a precious mirror.
7
नश-मुर्दा मिरे मुँह से याँ हर्फ़ नहीं निकला
जो बात कि मैं ने की सो 'मीर' हिसाबी की
From my mouth, not even a single syllable of intoxication or falsehood emerged; what I spoke, 'Mir', was purely calculative (logical).
From my mouth, not even a single syllable of intoxication or falsehood emerged; what I spoke, 'Mir', was purely calculative (logical).
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