Ghazal
Mua Main Sajde Mein Par Naqsh Mera Baqara Raha / Us Astan Pe Miri
मुआ मैं सज्दे में पर नक़्श मेरा बार रहा
This ghazal expresses a profound sense of love and separation, where the poet feels the imprint of their beloved everywhere. The poet views himself as dust and residue before the beloved's threshold, and the wait for this love is an eternal, unquenched passion.
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1
मुआ मैं सज्दे में पर नक़्श मेरा बार रहा
उस आस्ताँ पे मिरी ख़ाक से ग़ुबार रहा
My trace remained on the Sajda (prayer mat), but my dust still remains as a film on that threshold.
My mark may have faded on the Sajda (prayer mat), but my dust still remains as a film on that threshold.
2
जुनूँ में अब के मुझे अपने दिल का ग़म है पे हैफ़
ख़बर ली जब कि न जामे में एक तार रहा
In my madness, I now have the sorrow of my heart, O beloved, when I heard that a string was missing from the lute.
In my madness, I now have the sorrow of my heart, O beloved, when I heard that a string was missing from the lute.
3
बशर है वो पे खुला जब से उस का दाम-ए-ज़ुल्फ़
सर-ए-रह उस के फ़रिश्ते ही का शिकार रहा
Since that day when his curtain of hair opened, / His head has been the prey of only angels.
Since the curtain of his hair opened, his head has been the prey of only angels.
4
कभू न आँखों में आया वो शोख़ ख़्वाब की तरह
तमाम-उम्र हमें उस का इंतिज़ार रहा
Never did he come into our eyes, like a charming dream,
Throughout our lives, we waited for him.
That charming dream never came into our eyes, and throughout our lives, we waited for it.
5
शराब-ए-ऐश मयस्सर हुई जिसे इक शब
फिर उस को रोज़-ए-क़यामत तलक ख़ुमार रहा
The wine of revelry became available to him one night,
Yet the intoxication remained until the Day of Judgment.
The wine of revelry became available to him one night, yet the intoxication remained until the Day of Judgment.
6
बुताँ के 'इश्क़ ने बे-इख़्तियार कर डाला
वो दिल कि जिस का ख़ुदाई में इख़्तियार रहा
The love of Bhutan has rendered me helpless, / The heart that once had the choice of devotion.
The love of Bhutan has rendered me helpless, the heart that once possessed the choice in devotion.
7
वो दिल कि शाम-ओ-सहर जैसे पक्का फोड़ा था
वो दिल कि जिस से हमेशा जिगर-फ़िगार रहा
That heart, which was like the evening and morning, had been firmly shattered; that heart which was always connected to the soul.
That heart, which was firmly shattered like the evening and morning; that heart which was always connected to the soul.
8
तमाम-उम्र गई उस पे हाथ रखते हमें
वो दर्दनाक अलर्रग़्म बे-क़रार रहा
All our lifetime we kept our hands upon her, / Yet she remained a painful, restless enigma.
Throughout our entire lives, we kept our hands upon her, yet she remained a painful, restless enigma.
9
सितम में ग़म में सर-अंजाम उस का क्या कहिए
हज़ारों हसरतें थीं तिस पे जी को मार रहा
What can we say of his end, in sorrow and cruelty,
For countless desires were killing the soul.
What can be said about his end, marked by cruelty and sorrow, when countless desires were already killing the soul.
10
बहा तो ख़ून हो आँखों की राह बह निकला
रहा जो सीना-ए-सोज़ाँ में दाग़दार रहा
The blood flowed from my eyes' path, a river of tears,
While my burning chest remained marked by sorrow's scars.
The blood flowed from the path of the eyes, while the burning chest remained marked by scars.
11
सो उस को हम से फ़रामोश-कारियों ले गए
कि उस से क़तरा-ए-ख़ूँ भी न यादगार रहा
Oh, they took from us the forgetters, who had forgotten us,
That even a drop of blood remained as a memory.
They took from us the forgetters who had forgotten us, to the point that not even a drop of blood remains as a memory.
12
गली में उस की गया सो गया न बोला फिर
मैं 'मीर' 'मीर' कर उस को बहुत पुकार रहा
In the alley, the one who was sleeping did not wake up, nor did he speak; I, 'Mir,' 'Mir,' was calling him repeatedly.
In the alley, the person who had gone and slept did not wake up, nor did he speak; I, 'Mir,' was calling him repeatedly.
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