Ghazal
Kya Mire Ane Pe Tu Ai But-e-maghrur Gaya
क्या मिरे आने पे तू ऐ बुत-ए-मग़रूर गया
This ghazal is a poignant address, where the poet questions his beloved—the arrogant idol—if my arrival has caused you any distress. It captures deep emotions of separation, despair, and the pain of unfulfilled promises, suggesting that the poet has endured great heartache and disillusionment in love.
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1
क्या मिरे आने पे तू ऐ बुत-ए-मग़रूर गया
कभी उस राह से निकला तो तुझे घूर गया
When I arrived, O proud idol, did you depart?
When you left that path, I stared at you.
When I arrived, O proud idol, did you depart? When you left that path, I stared at you.
2
ले गया सुब्ह के नज़दीक मुझे ख़्वाब ऐ वाए
आँख उस वक़्त खुली क़ाफ़िला जब दूर गया
Towards the dawn, you took me in a dream, O breath,
When my eyes opened, the caravan had gone far.
O breath, you took me in a dream near the dawn. When my eyes opened, the caravan had gone far away.
3
गोर से नाले नहीं उठते तो नय उगती है
जी गया पर न हमारा सर पुर-शोर गया
If the streams do not rise from the channels, then the new do not sprout; but even if our head was full of noise, it did not happen.
If streams do not rise from the channels, new sprouts do not emerge; but even if our head was full of noise, it did not happen.
4
चश्म-ए-ख़ूँ-बस्ता से कल रात लहू फिर टपका
हम ने जाना था कि बस अब तो ये नासूर गया
From the pouch of blood-shot eyes, last night the blood dripped again,
We had known that this chronic wound was finally gone.
From the pouch of blood-shot eyes, last night the blood dripped again; we had known that this chronic wound was finally gone.
5
ना-तवाँ हम हैं कि हैं ख़ाक गली की उस की
अब तो बे-ताक़ती से दिल का भी मक़्दूर गया
Are we not the dust of that alley, oh beloved, that we are? / Now, even the destiny of the heart has departed with weakness.
Are we not the dust of that alley, oh beloved? Now, even the destiny of the heart has departed with weakness.
6
ले कहीं मुँह पे नक़ाब अपने कि ऐ ग़ैरत-ए-सुब्ह
शम्अ' के चहरा-ए-रख्शां से तो अब नूर गया
Do not hide your face behind a veil, oh pride of the morning,
For from the radiance of the beloved's face, the light has now departed.
Do not hide your face behind a veil, oh pride of the morning, for from the radiance of the beloved's face, the light has now departed.
7
नाला-ए-मीर नहीं रात से सुनते हम लोग
क्या तिरे कूचे से ऐ शोख़ वो रंजूर गया
We have not heard of the canal of Mir since last night,
What a sorrowful companion left your lovely street.
Since last night, we haven't heard the sound of Mir's canal; what a sorrowful companion departed from your charming street.
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