Ghazal
Raat Pyasa Tha Mere Lohu Ka
रात प्यासा था मेरे लोहू का
This ghazal expresses the intense yearning and agony of a lover separated from the beloved. It describes the thirst for the beloved's love and the restlessness of life without them. The poem captures deep emotions of separation, the intoxication of love, and the jealousy concerning the beloved's beauty.
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1
रात प्यासा था मेरे लोहू का
हूँ दिवाना तिरे सग को का
My blood was thirsty for you,
I am madly devoted to your presence.
My blood was thirsty for you, and I am madly devoted to your presence.
2
शोला-ए-आह जूँ-तूँ अब मुझ को
फ़िक्र है अपने हर बिन मू का
Oh, the grief of my sigh, my dear, now you are gone to me; / I worry about my every single breath without you.
Oh, the grief of my sigh, my dear, what is there for me now? I am worried about my every breath without you.
3
है मिरे यार की मिसों का रश्क
कुश्ता हूँ सब्ज़ा-ए-लब-ए-जू का
The jealousy of my beloved's beauty's grace,
Is the burden of the fresh-green lips' trace.
The jealousy of my beloved's beauty's grace is the burden of the fresh-green lips' trace.
4
बोसा देना मुझे न कर मौक़ूफ़
है वज़ीफ़ा यही दुआ-गो का
Do not leave me stranded, O beloved,
For this is the ritual of the supplicant.
Do not leave me stranded, for this is the ritual of the supplicant.
5
मैं ने तलवार से हिरन मारे
इश्क़ कर तेरी चश्म-ओ-अबरू का
I struck the deer with my sword, / Because of your eyes and brows' love.
I struck the deer with my sword, / Because of your love for your eyes and brows.
6
शोर क़ुलक़ुल के होती थी माने
रीश-ए-क़ाज़ी पे रात मैं थूका
The night I spat upon the judge's plume,
Was like the sound of the noisy cooing.
The night I spat upon the judge's plume was like the sound of the noisy cooing.
7
इत्र-आगीं है बाद-ए-सुब्ह मगर
खुल गया पेच-ए-ज़ुल्फ़ ख़ुश्बू का
The morning breeze is fragrant with perfume and fire,
But the knot of your tresses has released a fragrance.
The morning breeze is fragrant with perfume and fire, but the knot of your tresses has released a fragrance.
8
एक दो हूँ तो सहर-ए-चश्म कहूँ
कारख़ाना है वाँ तो जादू का
If I call it the dawn of the eye, or if I call it a workshop of magic.
If I call it the dawn of the eye, or if I call it a workshop of magic.
9
'मीर' हर-चंद मैं ने चाहा लेक
न छुपा इश्क़-ए-तिफ़्ल बद-ख़ू का
I, Mir, desired the lake, but did not conceal the love of my child's heart.
The Shayar says that I desired the lake, but did not conceal the love of my child's heart.
10
नाम उस का लिया इधर-ऊधर
उड़ गया रंग ही मिरे रू का
Whose name was taken here and there,
My color, my very essence, has flown away.
Whose name was taken here and there, my color, my very essence, has flown away.
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