Ghazal
पत्ता पत्ता बूटा बूटा हाल हमारा जाने है
This ghazal expresses the deep feelings of separation and longing (virah). The poet describes the state of his heart, questioning if anyone else can truly know his condition, as neither the flowers nor the entire garden can grasp it. It speaks to the complexity and uncertainty of love.
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पत्ता पत्ता बूटा बूटा हाल हमारा जाने है
जाने न जाने गुल ही न जाने बाग़ तो सारा जाने है
Every leaf, every bud, our condition is known;
But whether it is known or not, the garden knows everything.
Every leaf and every bud knows our condition. But whether it is known or not, the entire garden knows everything.
2
लगने न दे बस हो तो उस के गौहर-ए-गोश को बाले तक
उस को फ़लक चश्म-ए-मह-ओ-ख़ुर की पुतली का तारा जाने है
Do not let it be settled that the gem-like beauty of his body,
Is merely the star of the moon and the sky's pupil.
Do not let it be believed that the gem-like beauty of his eyes is merely a star in the pupil of the moon and the sky.
3
आगे उस मुतकब्बिर के हम ख़ुदा ख़ुदा किया करते हैं
कब मौजूद ख़ुदा को वो मग़रूर-ए-ख़ुद-आरा जाने है
To that arrogant one, we keep making God out of him,
When will that boastful, self-adorned one realize the existence of God?
To that arrogant person, we keep making him into God; when will that boastful, self-adorned one recognize the existence of God?
4
आशिक़ सा तो सादा कोई और न होगा दुनिया में
जी के ज़ियाँ को इश्क़ में उस के अपना वारा जाने है
In this world, there will be no one as simple as a lover,
To whom the beloved can surrender their entire heart and soul.
In this world, there will be no one as simple as a lover, to whom the beloved can surrender their entire heart and soul.
5
चारागरी बीमारी-ए-दिल की रस्म-ए-शहर-ए-हुस्न नहीं
वर्ना दिलबर-ए-नादाँ भी इस दर्द का चारा जाने है
The illness of the heart is not the custom of the city of beauty,
Otherwise, even the innocent beloved would know how to cure this pain.
The illness of the heart is not a custom of the city of beauty; otherwise, even the innocent beloved would know how to cure this pain.
6
क्या ही शिकार-फ़रेबी पर मग़रूर है वो सय्याद बचा
ताइर उड़ते हवा में सारे अपने असारा जाने है
How proud is he, the deceptive hunter, the straying wanderer,
The bird that flies in the wind, all its own support is gone.
The deceptive and wandering hunter is boastful of himself. The bird flying in the wind has lost all its own support.
7
मेहर ओ वफ़ा ओ लुत्फ़-ओ-इनायत एक से वाक़िफ़ इन में नहीं
और तो सब कुछ तंज़ ओ किनाया रम्ज़ ओ इशारा जाने है
Oh, the favor, the faithfulness, the grace and the bounty, one is unaware of these;
But everything else, be it sarcasm, veiled meaning, symbol, or hint, is known.
The favor, faithfulness, grace, and bounty are unknown to one; but everything else—sarcasm, veiled meaning, symbol, or hint—is known.
8
क्या क्या फ़ित्ने सर पर उस के लाता है माशूक़ अपना
जिस बे-दिल बे-ताब-ओ-तवाँ को इश्क़ का मारा जाने है
What tribulations does the beloved bring upon him, who is destined to be struck by the fever of love, whose heart is heartless and listless.
What tribulations does the beloved bring upon him, who is destined to be struck by the fever of love, whose heart is heartless and listless.
9
रख़नों से दीवार-ए-चमन के मुँह को ले है छुपा या'नी
इन सूराख़ों के टुक रहने को सौ का नज़ारा जाने है
Either you have hidden the face of the garden wall from the openings, O Ya'ni,
Or the sight of a hundred such holes is unknown.
Either you have hidden the face of the garden wall from the openings, O Ya'ni, or the sight of a hundred such holes is unknown.
10
तिश्ना-ए-ख़ूँ है अपना कितना 'मीर' भी नादाँ तल्ख़ी-कश
दम-दार आब-ए-तेग़ को उस के आब-ए-गवारा जाने है
My own thirst for blood is such that even you, O Mir, are naive and bitter-flavored. How can he, whose water is the essence of the sword, know the water of ease?
My own thirst for blood is such that even you, O Mir, are naive and bitter-flavored. How can he, whose water is the essence of the sword, know the water of ease?
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