Ghazal
Kai Din Sulook-e-vida Ka Mere Darpya-e-dil-e-zaar Tha
कई दिन सुलूक-ए-विदा' का मिरे दरपय-ए-दिल-ए-ज़ार था
This ghazal describes the pain of separation (viraah) and the deep emotional scars left on the heart. The speaker recounts how their heart has been enduring days filled with sorrow, pain, and wounds. It speaks of a life characterized by emotional turmoil, instability, and the constant struggle against the memories and realities of lost love.
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1
कई दिन सुलूक-ए-विदा' का मिरे दरपय-ए-दिल-ए-ज़ार था
कभू दर्द था कभू दाग़ था कभू ज़ख़्म था कभू वार था
For many days, my heart's doorstep was the pretense of separation,
Sometimes it was pain, sometimes a stain, sometimes a wound, sometimes an attack.
For many days, my heart's doorstep was the pretense of separation; sometimes it was pain, sometimes a stain, sometimes a wound, and sometimes an attack.
2
दम-ए-सुब्ह बज़्म-ए-ख़ुश जहाँ शब-ए-ग़म से कम न थी मेहरबाँ
कि चराग़ था सो तू दूद था जो पतंग था सो ग़ुबार था
The dawn's breath, the gathering of joy, was no less than the night of sorrow, O beloved, for you were the lamp, and I was the milk; you were the kite, and I was the dust.
O beloved, the breath of dawn and the gathering of joy was no less than the night of sorrow, for you were the lamp and I was the milk; you were the kite and I was the dust.
3
दिल-ए-ख़स्ता-लोहू जो हो गया तो भला हुआ कि कहाँ तलक
कभू सोज़-ए-सीना से दाग़ था कभू दर्द-ओ-ग़म से फ़िगार था
If the heart, which was worn out, turned to blood, then it was good, that wherever it was,
It was once stained by the burning of the chest, and once afflicted by pain and sorrow.
The Shayar says that if the heart, which was worn out, turned to blood, then it was good that wherever it was. At times it was stained by the burning of the chest, and at times by pain and sorrow.
4
दिल-ए-मुज़्तरिब से गुज़र गई शब-ए-वस्ल अपनी ही फ़िक्र में
न दिमाग़ था न फ़राग़ था न शकेब था न क़रार था
From the heart in turmoil, the night of union passed away, lost in its own thought; neither was there a mind at rest, nor leisure, nor a gentle breeze, nor peace.
From the troubled heart, the night of union passed lost in its own thoughts; there was neither peace of mind, nor leisure, nor a gentle breeze, nor tranquility.
5
जो निगाह की भी पलक उठा तो हमारे दिल से लहू बहा
कि वहीं वो नावक-ए-बे-ख़ता किसू के कलेजे के पार था
Even if the eyelid lifted from the gaze, it shed blood from our heart,
For that faultless arrow was situated beyond the heart of Kisu.
Even if the eyelid lifts from the gaze, it will shed blood from our heart, for that faultless arrow was situated beyond the heart of Kisu.
6
ये तुम्हारी इन दिनों दोस्ताँ मिज़ा जिस के ग़म में है ख़ूँ-चकाँ
वही आफ़त-ए-दिल-ए-आशिक़ाँ किसू वक़्त हम से भी यार था
These friends of yours, whose moods are such, whose sorrow is so deep,
Those very calamities of the lover's heart, at times were also friends to us.
These friends of yours, whose moods and sorrows are so deep, are the very calamities of the lover's heart, who were at times also friends to us.
7
नहीं ताज़ा-दिल की शिकस्तगी यही दर्द था यही ख़स्तगी
उसे जब से ज़ौक़-ए-शिकार था उसे ज़ख़्म से सरोकार था
This pain, this weariness, was not the wound of a fresh heart;
When he had the passion of the hunt, his concern was only for the wound.
This pain and this weariness were not from the breaking of a fresh heart; when he had the passion for the hunt, his concern was only for the wound.
8
कभू जाएगी जो उधर सबा तो ये कहियो उस से कि बेवफ़ा
मगर एक 'मीर' शिकस्ता-पा तिरे बाग़-ए-ताज़ा में ख़ार था
When the time comes to go that way, please tell that person that I am unfaithful, but 'Mir' was a broken heart in your fresh garden with thorns.
When the time comes for her to go that way, please tell her that I am unfaithful, but 'Mir' was a broken heart, among the thorns in your fresh garden.
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