Ghazal
Mahar Ki Tujh Se Tawaqqo Thi Sitamgar Nikla / Mom Samjhe The Tere Dil
महर की तुझ से तवक़्क़ो' थी सितमगर निकला
This ghazal speaks of the disillusionment and betrayal experienced despite having hopes for the beloved. The poet compares his heart to wax, only to find it is like stone. It describes the intense restlessness and mental turmoil caused by unfulfilled promises and the pain of love.
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1
महर की तुझ से तवक़्क़ो' थी सितमगर निकला
मोम समझे थे तिरे दिल को सो पत्थर निकला
I thought your heart was soft and gentle, O cruel one; I thought it was wax, but it turned out to be stone.
The poet says that he thought your heart was soft and gentle, but it turned out to be stone.
2
दाग़ हूँ रश्क-ए-मोहब्बत से कि इतना बेताब
किस की तस्कीं के लिए घर से तू बाहर निकला
I am so restless, from the jealousy of love,
For whose portrait did you leave the house?
I am so restless from the jealousy of love; for whose portrait did you leave the house?
3
जीते जी आह तिरे कूचे से कोई न फिरा
जो सितम-दीदा रहा जा के सो मर कर निकला
Even while living, I never found anyone to wander from your ways,
Only those who endured cruelty left after death.
Even while alive, no one ever wandered from your paths; only those who endured suffering were found after death.
4
दिल की आबादी की इस हद है ख़राबी कि न पूछ
जाना जाता है कि उस राह से लश्कर निकला
The decay of the heart is so profound, one cannot ask;
How could an army emerge from such a path?
The corruption/decay of the heart is so extreme that it cannot be questioned; how could an army emerge from such a path?
5
अश्क-ए-तर क़तरा-ए-ख़ूँ लख़्त-ए-जिगर पारा-ए-दिल
एक से एक अदद आँख से बह कर निकला
Tears, drops of blood, a stain on the liver, a burning on the heart,
Emerged from the eye, one after another.
Tears, drops of blood, a stain on the liver, and a burning sensation on the heart emerged from the eye, one after another.
6
कुंज-कावी जो की सीने की ग़म-ए-हिज्राँ ने
इस दफ़ीने में से अक़साम-ए-जवाहर निकला
The sadness of separation, which touched the poet's heart,
Brought forth a wealth of gems from this hidden tomb.
The sorrow of separation that touched the poet's heart brought forth a wealth of gems from this hidden tomb.
7
हम ने जाना था लिखेगा तू कोई हर्फ़ ऐ 'मीर'
पर तिरा नामा तो इक शौक़ का दफ़्तर निकला
We knew that you would write some letter, O Meer, but your name turned out to be a diary of mere fancy.
We knew that you would write some letter, O Meer, but your name turned out to be a diary of mere fancy.
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