Ghazal
Dil-o-dimaagh Hai Ab Kis Ko Zindgaani Ka
दिल-ओ-दिमाग़ है अब किस को ज़िंदगानी का
This ghazal is a profound reflection on the purpose of life and the passage of youth. The poet questions what sustains life—the heart or the mind—and laments the loss of youthful vigor. It touches upon the irreversible nature of time, the fading of passion, and the quiet resignation to life's changing realities.
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1
दिल-ओ-दिमाग़ है अब किस को ज़िंदगानी का
जो कोई दम है तो अफ़्सोस है जवानी का
The heart and the mind now question this life's meaning,
If one has breath, it is a pity for youth's passing.
The heart and mind now question the meaning of life. For anyone who is alive, there is regret over the passing of youth.
2
अगरचे उम्र के दस दिन ये लब रहे ख़ामोश
सुख़न रहेगा सदा मेरी कम-ज़बानी का
Though for ten days of age these lips remain silent,
My speech will forever remain my modest grace.
Even if these lips remain silent for ten days of life, my speech will always be a testament to my humble grace.
3
सुबुक है आवे जो मिंदील रख नमाज़ को शैख़
रहा है कौन सा अब वक़्त सरगिरानी का
The Sheikh, who brings the turban for namaz, says,
'Whose time is this, now, for straying and confusion?'
The Sheikh, who brings the turban for namaz, asks, 'Whose time is this now, for straying and confusion?'
4
हज़ार जान से क़ुर्बान बे-परी के हैं
ख़याल भी कभू गुज़रा न पर-फ़िशानी का
The passion for the beloved is sacrificed with a thousand lives; even the thought of forgetting that love never crossed the mind.
The beloved's passion is sacrificed with a thousand lives; the thought of ever forgetting that love never crossed the mind.
5
फिरे है खींचे ही तलवार मुझ पे हर-दम तो
कि सैद हूँ मैं तिरी दुश्मनी जानी का
Constantly, you draw your sword against me, but I am so innocent, that I do not know what your enmity is.
You constantly draw your sword against me, yet I am so innocent that I do not know what your enmity is.
6
नुमूद कर के वहीं बहर-ए-ग़म में बैठ गया
कहे तो 'मीर' भी इक बुलबुला था पानी का
Having poured (his heart) there, he sat in the wave of sorrow,
Said, 'Even Meer was just a bubble of water.'
Having poured out (his feelings/heart) there, he sat in the ocean of sorrow, and said, 'Even Meer was just a bubble of water.'
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