Ghazal
Ghair Ne Hum Ko Zabh Kiya
ग़ैर ने हम को ज़ब्ह किया नय ताक़त है नय यारा है
This ghazal describes the emotional and physical agony inflicted by a beloved. The poet laments that an enemy has slain him, leaving him with no strength and no companion. He expresses the fragility of his love and life, detailing the pain and loneliness of existence without the object of his affection.
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1
ग़ैर ने हम को ज़ब्ह किया नय ताक़त है नय यारा है
इस कुत्ते ने कर के दिलेरी सैद-ए-हरम को मारा है
The stranger did not kill me; I have neither strength nor a friend. / This dog has struck down Saeeda-e-Haram with audacity.
The stranger did not kill me; I have neither strength nor a friend. / This dog has struck down Saeeda-e-Haram with audacity.
2
बाग़ को तुझ बिन अपने भायं आतिश दी है बहाराँ ने
हर ग़ुंचा अख़गर है हम को हर गुल एक अँगारा है
The spring has given the garden a fire without you,
Every bud is a lamp, and every flower a glowing ember.
The spring has set the garden on fire without you; every bud is a lamp, and every flower is a glowing ember.
3
जब तुझ बिन लगता है तड़पने जाए है निकला हाथों से
है जो गिरह सीने में उस को दिल कहिए या पारा है
When I feel the urge to yearn without you, I set out, only to find that what I let go of from my hands, or what knot resides in my chest—whether you call it the heart or the poison—is gone.
When I feel the urge to yearn without you, I set out, only to find that what I let go of from my hands, or what knot resides in my chest—whether you call it the heart or the poison—is gone.
4
राह-ए-हदीस जो टक भी निकले कौन सिखाए हम को फिर
रू-ए-सुख़न पर किस को दे वो शोख़ बड़ा अय्यारा है
On the path of subtle discourse, who will teach us again if the thread breaks?
On the heart of poetry, to whom does one give that charming, mischievous affection?
On the path of subtle discourse, who will teach us again if the thread breaks? On the heart of poetry, to whom does one give that charming, mischievous affection?
5
काम उस का है ख़ूँ-अफ़शानी हर-दम तेरी फ़ुर्क़त में
चश्म को मेरी आ कर देख अब लोहू का फ़व्वारा है
It is your desire that I shed blood every moment in your separation; now, look at my eyes, they are a fountain of blood.
It is your desire that I shed blood every moment in your separation; now, look at my eyes, they are a fountain of blood.
6
बाल खुले वो शब को शायद बिस्तर नाज़ पे सोता था
आई नसीम-ए-सुब्ह जो ईधर फैला 'अम्बर सारा है
In the night, the child used to sleep on the bed with open hair, but when the morning breeze spread out, the whole sky was here.
The lines suggest that he used to sleep on the bed with open hair at night, but when the morning breeze arrived, the entire sky was spread out here.
7
किस दिन दामन खींच के उन ने यार से अपना काम लिया
मुद्दत गुज़री देखते हम को 'मीर' भी इक नाकारा है
On what day, pulling the curtain, did they do their deed to the beloved; so much time has passed, observing us, even 'Mir' is a failure.
On what day did they pull the curtain and do their deed to the beloved? So much time has passed observing us that even 'Mir' is a failure.
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