Ghazal
Kal Chaman Mein Gul-o-saman Dekha
कल चमन में गुल-ओ-समन देखा
This ghazal begins with a beautiful description of a garden (Chaman), where the poet explores the blend of flowers and fragrance (Gul-o-Saman). It reflects on how a seemingly ordinary garden transforms into a beloved 'district-homeland' (जिला-वतन) for lovers, embodying deep emotions and memories. The verses muse on the lasting impact of love's pain and the enduring presence of heart's wounds.
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1
कल चमन में गुल-ओ-समन देखा
आज देखा तो बाग़ बन देखा
Yesterday, in the garden, I saw flowers and scattered petals;
Today, when I saw it, I saw an entire garden.
Yesterday, in the garden, I saw flowers and scattered petals; today, when I saw it, I saw an entire garden.
2
क्या है गुलशन में जो क़फ़स में नहीं
आशिक़ों का जिला-वतन देखा
What is in the garden that is not in the cage,
I have seen the homeland of lovers.
What is in the garden that is not in the cage? I have seen the homeland of lovers.
3
ज़ौक़ पैकान-ए-तीर में तेरे
मुद्दतों तक जिगर ने छिन देखा
In the intoxication of your arrow, my heart kept longing for ages.
In the intoxication of your arrows, my heart kept longing for ages.
4
घर के घर जलते थे पड़े तेरे
दाग़-ए-दिल देखे बस चमन देखा
The homes were burning with your memory, / I only saw the garden, forgetting the stain on my heart.
The homes were burning with the memory of your heart's stain, yet I only saw the garden, forgetting the mark upon my heart.
5
एक चश्मक-ए-दो-सद सिनान-ए-मिज़ा
इस नुकीले का बाँकपन देखा
A spectacle of two hundred Sinans' glass,
Saw the innocence of this sharp-edged wit.
Like a spectacle of two hundred Sinans' glass, it observed the innocence of this sharp-edged wit.
6
शुक्र ज़ाहिद का अपनी आँखों में
मय-इवज़ ख़िरक़ा-ए-मरतुहिन देखा
In the eyes of Zahid, Venus saw the wine and the shawl of the beloved.
In the eyes of Zahid, Venus perceived the wine and the shawl of the beloved.
7
हसरत उस की जगह थी ख़्वाबीदा
'मीर' का खोल कर कफ़न देखा
The longing was for her, the dream-weaver,
'Mir' saw the shroud of his own existence.
The longing was for the dream-weaver, when 'Mir' saw the shroud of his own existence.
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