Ghazal
Wahshat Thi Hamein Bhi Wohi Ghar-baar Se Ab Tak
वहशत थी हमें भी वही घर-बार से अब तक
This ghazal speaks of a restless yearning (wahshat) felt even within one's own home and life. The poet expresses a deep, persistent love for someone, which keeps him in a state of constant restlessness and emotional turmoil. Ultimately, the verses suggest that enduring this pain and longing has been his condition until now.
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1
वहशत थी हमें भी वही घर-बार से अब तक
सर मारे हैं अपने दर ओ दीवार से अब तक
We too have been afflicted by the sorrow of our homes and kin,
Our heads have been struck by our own doorways and walls until now.
We too have been afflicted by the sorrow of our homes and kin, and our heads have been struck by our own doorways and walls until now.
2
मरते ही सुना उन को जिन्हें दिल-लगी कुछ थी
अच्छा हुआ कोई इस आज़ार से अब तक
I heard them speaking of those whom they had affection for,
'It is a good thing that someone is rid of this torment now.'
I heard them talking about those people whom they had affection for, 'It is good that someone is rid of this torment now.'
3
जब से लगी हैं आँखें खुली राह तके हैं
सोए नहीं साथ उस के कभू प्यार से अब तक
Since my eyes opened, I have watched the path,
Never sleeping, with love for you, till now.
Since my eyes opened and I started watching the path, I have never slept, and I remain in your love until now.
4
आया था कभू यार सो मामूल हम उस के
बिस्तर पे गिरे रहते हैं बीमार से अब तक
When the beloved once came, we were merely like that, / Lying sick on his bed, ever since.
When the beloved once came, we were merely like that, / Lying sick on his bed, ever since.
5
बद-अहदियों में वक़्त-ए-वफ़ात आन भी पहुँचा
वादा न हुआ एक वफ़ा यार से अब तक
In the time of death, I reached the breach of promises,
For a promise of loyalty from a beloved, it remains unfulfilled till now.
In the time of death, I reached the breach of promises, and the promise of loyalty from a beloved remains unfulfilled till now.
6
है क़हर ओ ग़ज़ब देख तरफ़ कुश्ते के ज़ालिम
करता है इशारत भी तू तलवार से अब तक
O cruel one, who watches the might of wrath and fury, / Even with a gesture, you now brandish the sword.
O cruel one, who observes the might of wrath and fury, you now even gestures with the sword.
7
कुछ रंज-ए-दिली 'मीर' जवानी में खिंचा था
ज़र्दी नहीं जाती मिरे रुख़्सार से अब तक
Some sorrow of the heart, 'Mir', was drawn in youth,
But the yellowing does not leave my cheek even till now.
Some sorrow of the heart, 'Mir', was drawn in youth, but the yellowing does not leave my cheek even till now.
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