Ghazal
Main Bhi Duniya Mein Hoon Ik Naala-pareshaan Yak Ja
मैं भी दुनिया में हूँ इक नाला-परेशाँ यक जा
This ghazal is a lament of a restless and weary soul, expressing the sorrows and disillusionments of life. The speaker portrays himself as a troubled stream (nala) in the world, recounting various hardships faced in love and life. It conveys a sense of resignation and deep melancholy.
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1
मैं भी दुनिया में हूँ इक नाला-परेशाँ यक जा
दिल के सौ टुकड़े मिरे पर सभी नालाँ यक जा
I too am a troubled stream in this world, O dear; let all the streams pass by.
For all the streams upon me, my heart is in a hundred pieces, O dear.
I too am a troubled stream in this world, O dear; let all the streams pass by. For all the streams upon me, my heart is in a hundred pieces, O dear.
2
पंद-गोयों ने बहुत सीने की तदबीरें लीं
आह साबित भी न निकला ये गरेबाँ यक जा
The scholars devised many schemes, but even the cry of 'Oh, my heart' could not escape this distress.
The scholars devised many schemes, but even the cry of 'Oh, my heart' could not escape this distress.
3
तेरा कूचा है सितमगार वो काफ़िर जागह
कि जहाँ मारे गए कितने मुसलमाँ यक जा
That alley belongs to the cruel, the infidel place,
Where countless Muslims were killed, oh my dear.
Tu have placed your spot in the cruel, infidel place, where countless Muslims were killed, oh dear one.
4
सर से बाँधा है कफ़न इश्क़ में तेरे या'नी
जम्अ' हम ने भी किया है सर-ओ-सामाँ यक जा
As if I have tied a shroud to my head in your love, O Yaani;
I have gathered my head and my belongings, let us go together.
As if I have tied a shroud to my head in your love, O Yaani; I have gathered my head and my belongings, let us go together.
5
क्यूँके पड़ते हैं तिरे पाँव नसीम-ए-सहरी
उस के कूचे में है सद गंज-ए-शहीदाँ यक जा
Why do your feet tread where the night breeze blows?
In those lanes lie the sacred tombs of the martyrs, oh, my love.
Why do your feet tread where the morning breeze blows? In those lanes lie the sacred tombs of the martyrs, oh, my love.
6
तू भी रोने को मिला दिल है हमारा भी भरा
होजे ऐ अब्र बयाबान में गिर्यां यक जा
If you too have found my heart worthy of tears, ours is filled too,
Oh cloud, come now, shed your tears in this desolate expanse.
If you also find our heart worthy of tears, ours is full too. Oh cloud, come now, shed your tears in this desolate expanse.
7
बैठ कर 'मीर' जहाँ ख़ूब न रोया होवे
ऐसी कूचे में नहीं है तिरे जानाँ यक जा
O Beloved, where you have never shed tears while sitting,
Such a street does not exist for your passing.
The poet says that, O Beloved, there is no alley where you have sat without shedding tears.
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