Ghazal
Us Ka Khayal Chashm Se Shab Khwab Le Gaya / Qasme Ki Ishq Ji Se Mire
उस का ख़याल चश्म से शब ख़्वाब ले गया
The beloved's thought has carried away the night and dreams from the eyes. This ghazal describes the overwhelming power of love and memory, suggesting that the intoxication of love (ishq) can strip away sleep, consciousness, and stability. It is a portrayal of the intoxicating flood of passion.
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1
उस का ख़याल चश्म से शब ख़्वाब ले गया
क़स्मे कि इश्क़ जी से मिरे ताब ले गया
With just a thought of her, my eyes stole the night and dream; / By the oath of love, it stole my very life.
Just a thought of her stole the night and dreams from my eyes; by the oath of love, it stole my very life.
2
किन नींदों अब तू सोती है ऐ चश्म-ए-गिर्या-नाक
मिज़्गाँ तो खोल शहर को सैलाब ले गया
Oh, you who sleep in these sleeps, O eye of tears,
The mascara has opened, and the city has been swept away by a flood.
Oh, you who sleep in these sleeps, O eye of tears, the mascara has opened, and the city has been swept away by a flood. Literally, the lines question the source of the sleeper's slumber, addressing the tearful eye, and state that the opened mascara has caused the city to be swept away by a flood.
3
आवे जो मस्तबा में तो सुन लो कि राह से
वाइज़ को एक जाम-ए-मय-ए-नाब ले गया
If you come to the gathering, listen closely, that from the path, the one took a cup of wine-like intoxication.
If someone comes to the gathering, listen that from the path, the Shayar took a cup of wine-like intoxication.
4
ने दिल रहा बजा है न सब्र ओ हवास ओ होश
आया जो सैल-ए-इश्क़ सब अस्बाब ले गया
Neither the heart, nor the lute, nor patience, nor desire, nor consciousness remain,
When the mountain of love arrives, it takes away all circumstances.
When the mountain of love arrives, neither the heart, nor the lute, nor patience, nor desire, nor consciousness remain; it takes away all circumstances.
5
मेरे हुज़ूर शम्अ ने गिर्या जो सर किया
रोया मैं इस क़दर कि मुझे आब ले गया
My master, the lamp that wept tears of sorrow,
I cried so much that it carried away my life.
My master, the lamp that wept tears of sorrow, I cried so much that it carried away my life. (This suggests an overwhelming, perhaps exaggerated, grief in response to the lamp's sorrowful tears.)
6
अहवाल उस शिकार ज़ुबूँ का है जाए रहम
जिस ना-तवाँ को मुफ़्त न क़स्साब ले गया
The news is of the tongue of that hunter, oh, how kind,
Who took the captive without charge, the butcher's hand.
The news is of the hunter's tongue, oh, how kind, who took the captive without charge, the butcher's hand.
7
मुँह की झलक से यार के बेहोश हो गए
शब हम को 'मीर' परतव-ए-महताब ले गया
With just a glimpse of your face, my beloved fainted,
Tonight, you, 'Mir', carried me away with the curtain of the moon.
With just a glimpse of your face, my beloved fainted; tonight, 'Mir' carried me away with the curtain of the moon. The couplet describes an overwhelming beauty, suggesting that merely seeing the beloved's face caused fainting, and the experience of the night was so enchanting that the poet feels transported by the moonlight.
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