Ghazal
Kali Kahte Hain Us Ka Sa Dahan Hai
कली कहते हैं उस का सा दहन है
This ghazal reflects on various aspects of life and internal experiences. It suggests that even what appears to be a delicate bloom (kali) holds a kind of burning or pain within it. Through themes of pain, tears, and old wounds, the poem explores the complex truths and spiritual dimensions of existence.
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1
कली कहते हैं उस का सा दहन है
सुना करिए कि ये भी इक सुख़न है
They say that blooming is the burning of that one,
Listen, for this too is a sweet tale.
They say that blooming is the burning of that one; listen, for this too is a sweet tale.
2
टपकते दर्द हैं आँसू की जागा
इलाही चश्म या ज़ख़्म-ए-कुहन है
These dripping pains are the tears' dwelling place,
Or are they the wounds of old, oh divine grace?
Are these dripping pains from the place of tears, or are they the wounds of old, oh divine grace?
3
ख़बर ले पीर-ए-कनआँ' की कि कुछ आज
निपट आवारा बू-ए-पैरहन है
Hear the news, O Pir-e-Kana', that today
There is a fragrance of the stray-robed one.
Shayar, the literal meaning of 'Hear the news, O Pir-e-Kana', that today / There is a fragrance of the stray-robed one' is: O Pir-e-Kana, listen to the news that today there is a smell of the stray-robed person.
4
नहीं दामन में लाला बे-सुतूँ के
कोई दिल-ए-दाग़ ख़ून-ए-कोहकन है
In your lap, O maiden, there is no heart stained with the blood of the mountains.
In your lap, O maiden, there is no heart stained with the blood of the mountains.
5
शहादत-गाह है बाग़-ए-ज़माना
कि हर गुल उस में इक ख़ूनीं-कफ़न है
The garden of the world is a site of martyrdom,
Where every flower is wrapped in a bloody shroud.
The garden of the world is a site of martyrdom, where every flower is wrapped in a bloody shroud.
6
करूँ क्या हसरत-ए-गुल को वगर्ना
दिल पर दाग़ भी अपना चमन है
What should I do regarding the yearning for roses, if not,
For my own heart is a garden bearing stains.
The Shayar asks what he should do regarding the yearning for roses, because his own heart is a garden that bears stains.
7
जो दे आराम टक आवारगी 'मीर'
तो शाम-ए-ग़ुर्बत इक सुब्ह-ए-वतन है
The ease that grants rest, the wandering days 'Mir,
Are but an evening of exile, a morning of homeland.
The ease that grants rest, the wandering days 'Mir,' are merely an evening of exile, but a morning of the homeland.
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