Ghazal

Hai Bad Mere Marg Ke Asaar Se Ab Tak

हैं बा'द मिरे मर्ग के आसार से अब तक

Mir Taqi Mir· Ghazal· 12 shers

This ghazal revolves around the enduring hope for love and loyalty even after death. The poet asserts that there is still a trace of hope for love, even after passing away. He expresses the wounds of his heart and the experiences of betrayal, noting that he has not found true companionship from anyone yet.

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1
हैं बा'द मिरे मर्ग के आसार से अब तक सूखा नहीं लोहू दर-ओ-दीवार से अब तक
Since my passing, no sign of life has appeared, No blood has dried on the walls or the door.
Since my passing, no signs of life have appeared, and no blood has dried on the doors or walls.
2
रंगीनी-ए-इश्क़ इस के मिले पर हुई मा'लूम सोहबत न हुई थी किसी खूँ-ख़्वार से अब तक
The colors of love, upon meeting this one, became known; / I had never been with any bloodthirsty soul until now.
The colors of love were known upon meeting this person; until now, I had never been with any bloodthirsty soul.
3
कब से मुतहम्मिल है जफ़ाओं का दिल-ए-ज़ार ज़िन्हार-वफ़ा हो न सकी यार से अब तक
How long must this sorrowful heart bear the cruelty;\The promise of fidelity could not be kept by the beloved until now.
How long must this sorrowful heart endure the cruelty? The promise of fidelity could not be kept by the beloved until now.
4
अबरू ही की जुम्बिश ने ये सुथराओ किए हैं मारा नहीं उन ने कोई तलवार से अब तक
The subtle moves of Abru have crafted these delicate things, No sword has struck them down, not even until now.
The subtle movements of Abru have created these delicate things, and no sword has struck them down, not even until now.
5
वा'दा भी क़यामत का भला कोई है वा'दा पर दिल नहीं ख़ाली ग़म-ए-दीदार से अब तक
Is there any promise that is better than the apocalypse, O promise? / But my heart is not empty, it is still filled with the sorrow of seeing you.
O promise, is there any promise better than the apocalypse? Yet my heart is not empty; it is still filled with the sorrow of seeing you.
6
मुद्दत हुई घुट घुट के हमें शहर में मरते वाक़िफ़ न हुआ कोई उस असरार से अब तक
It has been a long time, suffocatingly, that we are dying in this city; No one has become aware of that secret effect until now.
It has been a long time, suffocatingly, that we are dying in this city; no one has become aware of that secret effect until now.
7
बरसों हुए दिल-सोख़्ता बुलबुल को मूए लेक इक दूद सा उठता है चमन-ज़ार से अब तक
The heartbroken nightingale, after years, found its cup Now rises like a gentle stream from the garden's charm.
The heartbroken nightingale, after years, now rises like a gentle stream from the charm of the garden.
8
क्या जानिए होते हैं सुख़न लुत्फ़ के कैसे पूछा नहीं उन ने तो हमें प्यार से अब तक
How can I know what the delights of speech are, They never asked us, even with affection, till now.
How can I know what the delights of speech are? They never asked us, even with affection, until now.
9
उस बाग़ में अग़्लब है कि सरज़द न हुआ हो यूँ नाला-कसो मुर्ग़-ए-गिरफ़्तार से अब तक
In that garden, there is a mystery that has not been revealed, Nor has the cage-bound rooster found peace until now.
In that garden, there is a mystery that has not been revealed, and the cage-bound rooster has not found peace until now.
10
ख़त आए पे भी दिन है सियह तुम से हमारा जाता नहीं अंधेर ये सरकार से अब तक
Even when letters arrive, the day is dark, my love; This darkness does not leave us, oh government, until now.
Even when letters arrive, the day remains dark because of you, my beloved; this darkness does not leave us, oh government, until now.
11
निकला था कहीं वो गुल-ए-नाज़ुक शब-ए-मह में सो कोफ़्त नहीं जाती है रुख़्सार से अब तक
He once emerged, a delicate flower in the night of the moon, And since then, the blush has not left her cheek.
He once emerged, a delicate flower in the night of the moon, and since then, the blush has not left her cheek.
12
देखा था कहीं साया तिरे क़द का चमन में हैं 'मीर'-जी आवारा-परी दार से अब तक
I once saw the shadow of your stature in a garden; O Meer-ji, the wandering fairy has been there until now.
I once saw the shadow of your stature in a garden; O Meer-ji, the wandering fairy has been there until now.
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