Ghazal
क़ाबू ख़िज़ाँ से ज़ोफ़ का गुलशन मैं बन गया
This ghazal speaks of the pain of separation and exile, where the poet establishes himself in a garden of Khizaan and Zauf. He sees the colors of his love scattered on the breeze, and expresses the deep anguish of his heart due to the memories of his homeland and beloved.
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क़ाबू ख़िज़ाँ से ज़ोफ़ का गुलशन मैं बन गया
दोश-ए-हवा पे रंग-ए-गुल-ओ-यासमन गया
From the autumn's embrace, I became a garden of roses,
On the wind's breath, the color of flowers and jasmine was cast.
From the embrace of autumn, I became a garden, and upon the wind's breath, the color of roses and jasmine spread.
2
बरगशता-बख़्त देख कि क़ासिद सफ़र से मैं
भेजा था उस के पास सो मेरे वतन गया
See the fortune of the banyan tree, that I, from my journey, sent to him, that went to my homeland.
See the fortune of the banyan tree, that I sent to him from my journey, which went to my homeland.
3
ख़ातिर-निशाँ ऐ सैद-फ़गन होगी कब तिरी
तीरों के मारे मेरा कलेजा तो छन गया
When will the mark of your love appear, O Sayyid-Fagan? My heart has been shattered by your arrows.
When will the mark of your love appear, O Sayyid-Fagan? My heart has been shattered by your arrows.
4
यादश-ब-ख़ैर दश्त में मानिंद-ए-अंकबूत
दामन के अपने तार जो ख़ारों पे तन गया
Like a spider in the barren desert, falling onto its own web of silk upon the thorns,
Like a spider in the barren desert, falling onto its own web of silk upon the thorns.
5
मारा था किस लिबास में उर्यानी ने मुझे
जिस से तह-ए-ज़मीन भी मैं बे-कफ़न गया
In what attire did Urdani slay me, that even beneath the earth I went without a shroud?
In what attire did Urdani kill me, that even beneath the earth I went without a shroud?
6
आई अगर बहार तो अब हम को क्या सबा
हम से तो आशियाँ भी गया और चमन गया
If this is spring, then what is for us now?
Both the beloved's abode and the garden have departed.
If this is spring, then what is there for us now? Both the beloved's abode and the garden have departed.
7
सरसब्ज़ मुल्क-ए-हिन्द में ऐसा हुआ कि 'मीर'
ये रेख़्ता लिखा हुआ तेरा दकन गया
In the lush, verdant land of India, such a thing happened that 'Mir',
Your Deccan region, written in this couplet, is gone.
In the lush, verdant land of India, such a thing happened that 'Mir', your Deccan region, written in this couplet, is gone. (Meaning: Something happened in the fertile land of India, to the point that the poet's work captured the essence of the Deccan region.)
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