Ghazal
Sahar-e-gah-e-Eid Mein Daur-e-subu Tha
सहर-ए-गह-ए-ईद में दौर-ए-सुबू था
This ghazal describes the atmosphere of Eid morning, capturing a mood of memory and longing. The poet speaks of the moment when he was carelessly unaware, and reflects that every sight, from the garden to the mirror, only reflects the beloved's image.
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1
सहर-ए-गह-ए-ईद में दौर-ए-सुबू था
पर अपने जाम में तुझ बिन लहू था
In the morning light of the Eid field, the era of joy was present,
But in my cup, without you, there was only blood.
In the morning light of the Eid field, the era of joy was present, but in my cup, without you, there was only blood.
2
ग़लत था आप से ग़ाफ़िल गुज़रना
न समझे हम कि इस क़ालिब में तू था
To be careless and pass by you was wrong,
I didn't realize that you resided in this mold.
It was wrong to pass by you carelessly; I didn't realize that you resided within this mold.
3
चमन की वज़' ने हम को क्या दाग़
कि हर ग़ुंचा दिल-ए-पुर-आरज़ू था
What flaw did the fragrance of the garden inflict upon us,
That every bud was the heart of desire?
What stain did the fragrance of the garden put upon us, that every bud was a heart full of desire?
4
गुल-ओ-आईना क्या ख़ुरशीद-ओ-मह क्या
जिधर देखा तिधर तेरा ही रू था
What is the rose and the mirror, what is the sun and the moon? Wherever I looked, only of you was there.
What is the rose and the mirror, or what is the sun and the moon? Wherever I looked, there was only your form.
5
करोगे याद बातें तो कहोगे
कि कोई रफ़्ता-ए-बिसयार-गो था
If you speak of memories, you will say
That there was a deep stream of forgetfulness
If you speak of memories, you will say that there was a deep stream of forgetfulness.
6
जहाँ पर है फ़साने से हमारे
दिमाग़-ए-इश्क़ हम को भी कभू था
Where our tales are woven from, even our heart's love once was
From where our tales are woven, even our heart's love was once.
7
मगर दीवाना था गुल भी किसू का
कि पैराहन में सो जागा रफ़ू था
But the rose was also crazy for some, / That the fragrance was asleep in the cloth.
is that the rose was also crazy for someone, which is why its fragrance fell asleep in the cloth.
8
कहीं क्या बाल तेरे खुल गए थे
कि झोंका बाव का कुछ मुश्कबू था
Where did your locks of hair unravel, my beloved,
That a mere gust of wind was enough to touch them.
Where did your locks of hair unravel, my beloved, that a mere gust of wind was enough to touch them.
9
न देखा 'मीर' आवारा को लेकिन
ग़ुबार इक ना-तवाँ सा कू-ब-कू था
I did not see the wanderer, Meer,
But dust, like a weak poem, was scattered here and there.
Meer did not see the wanderer, but dust, like a weak poem, was scattered here and there.
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