Ghazal
बग़ैर दिल कि ये क़ीमत है सारे आलम की
The ghazal asserts that the value of a heart surpasses the worth of the entire world. The speaker notes that the charm of the beloved's mischief is beyond anyone's ability to manage. He seeks guidance from his beloved regarding the complexities of worldly pleasures and sorrow. Finally, he pleads with the beloved to keep him away from the pain of the garden, as he is not meant for the rituals of mourning.
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बग़ैर दिल कि ये क़ीमत है सारे आलम की
कसो से काम नहीं रखती जिंस आदम की
Without the heart, this is the worth of the whole world,
It cannot function with the kind of being of man.
Without the heart, this is the worth of the whole world; it cannot function with the nature of man.
2
कोई हो महरम शोख़ी तिरा तो में पूछूँ
कि बज़्म-ए-ऐश जहाँ क्या समझ के बरहम की
If you are my confidante, tell me, my love,
What is the essence of joy in this world that you abandon?
If you are my confidante, tell me, my love, what is the essence of joy in this world that you abandon?
3
हमें तो बाग़ की तकलीफ़ से मुआ'फ़ रखो
कि सैर-ओ-गशत नहीं रस्म अहल-ए-मातम की
Keep me safe from the troubles of the garden,
For the stroll and wanderings are not the custom of the mourners.
Keep me safe from the troubles of the garden, because wandering and strolling are not the custom of mourners.
4
तनिक तो लुत्फ़ से कुछ कह कि जाँ-ब-लब हूँ मैं
रही है बात मिरी जान अब कोई दम की
I am a heart that craves pleasure, so tell me something, my love,
My life's conversation, my beloved, has lost its vigor.
Please tell me something with a little bit of grace, as I am a heart that desires pleasure; my life's talk, my beloved, has lost all its strength.
5
गुज़रने को तो कज-ओ-वाकज अपनी गुज़रे है
जफ़ा जो उन ने बहुत की तो कुछ वफ़ा कम की
To pass by, my own heart-ache has passed by; / If they inflicted much cruelty, they lessened their loyalty.
Upon passing, my own heartache has passed; if they showed much cruelty, they diminished their own loyalty.
6
घिरे हैं दर्द-ओ-अलम में फ़िराक़ के ऐसे
कि सुब्ह-ए-ईद भी याँ शाम है महरम की
Enveloped in the pain and suffering of separation, so deep,
That even the morning of Eid feels like the evening of a secluded beloved.
Enveloped in the pain and suffering of separation, the feeling is so intense that even the morning of Eid feels like the evening of a secluded beloved.
7
क़फ़स में 'मीर' नहीं जोश दाग़ सीने पर
हवस निकाली है हम ने भी गुल के मौसम की
In a cage, 'Mir' is not like Josh, staining the chest,
We too have unleashed our desires in this blooming season.
In a cage, 'Mir' is not like Josh, staining the chest; we too have unleashed our desires in this blooming season.
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