Ghazal
Avegi Meri Qabr Se Awaz Mere Bad / Ubharenge Ishq-e-dil Se Tire Raz
आवेगी मेरी क़ब्र से आवाज़ मेरे बा'द
This ghazal explores the themes of the transience of life and the immortality of love. The poet suggests that even after their death, their voice and memories will persist, implying that the passion of the heart and the pain of separation will continue. It is a meditation on the enduring impact of love despite the physical end of life.
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1
आवेगी मेरी क़ब्र से आवाज़ मेरे बा'द
उभरेंगे इश्क़-ए-दिल से तिरे राज़ मेरे बा'द
From my grave, my impulsive voice will sound, after you; / And from the heart's love, your secrets will emerge after me.
My voice will sound from my grave, after you, and your secrets will emerge from the heart's love after me.
2
जीना मिरा तो तुझ को ग़नीमत है ना-समझ
खींचेगा कौन फिर ये तिरे नाज़ मेरे बा'द
For me, simply living is a great fortune, my naive love,
Who will pull these charms of mine after they've vanished?
For me, simply living is a great fortune, my naive love; who will pull these charms of mine after they are gone?
3
शम-ए-मज़ार और ये सोज़-ए-जिगर मिरा
हर शब करेंगे ज़िंदगी ना-साज़ मेरे बा'द
The fragrance of the grave and this burning ache of my heart,
Every night, they will destroy my discordant life.
The fragrance of the grave and this burning ache of my heart, every night will destroy my discordant life.
4
हसरत है इस के देखने की दिल में बे-क़यास
अग़्लब कि मेरी आँखें रहें बाज़ मेरे बा'द
A yearning exists within my heart, immeasurable,
That my eyes remain vigilant after you are gone.
There is an immeasurable longing in my heart that my eyes remain vigilant even after I am gone.
5
करता हूँ मैं जो नाले सर-अंजाम बाग़ में
मुँह देखो फिर करेंगे हम आवाज़ मेरे बा'द
The deeds I do in the garden, from start to finish,
Look, after I've gone, we will call out my name again.
The deeds I do in the garden, from start to finish, look, after I've gone, we will call out my name again.
6
बिन गुल मुआ ही मैं तो प तू जा के लौटियो
सेहन-ए-चमन में ऐ पर-ए-पर्वाज़ मेरे बा'द
Without the blossom, I am merely a moth; please return to the garden of my heart, O wing of flight.
Without the blossom, I am merely a moth; please return to the garden of my heart, O wing of flight.
7
बैठा हूँ 'मीर' मरने को अपने में मुस्तइद
पैदा न होंगे मुझ से भी जाँबाज़ मेरे बा'द
I sit ready to die within myself, O Mir,
No master like me shall ever be born after this.
O Mir, I am ready to die within myself; no master like me will ever be born after this.
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