Ghazal
Gir Gai Hai Uski Mizhgaan Ki Jhapak Paikaan Mein
gir ga'i hai uski mizhgaan ki jhapak paikaan mein
Source: Kulliyaat-e-Nazeer Akbarabadi (1922) · HI
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1
गिर गई है उसकी मिज़गाँ की झपक पैकान में
कल अगर चाहे तो हमदम उसको ठहरी कुछ हाँ में
The flutter of her eyelashes has fallen upon the arrow's tip;
Tomorrow, if my friend so wills, let it rest awhile in some faint 'yes'.
The flutter of her eyelashes has fallen upon the arrow's tip; tomorrow, if my friend so wills, let it rest awhile in some faint 'yes'.
2
कुछ तो जाता दिल से ख़ार-ए-बेक़रारी का ख़लिश
काश वो नोक-ए-मिज़ह देती क़रार इक पल में
At least some of the restless thorn's torment would leave my heart—
Would that the tip of her eyelash granted peace in a single moment.
Would that at least some of the stabbing pain of the thorn of restlessness left my heart; if only the tip of her eyelash had granted me peace in a single moment.
3
वो कफ़-ए-पा पहने सिलाई हो नाज़ुक नर्म नर्म
क्या जताती हो तो अपनी नर्मी ऐ मख़मल हमें
Those soles once wore a stitching soft, so delicate and tender—
what softness do you boast to us, O velvet, in surrender?
Those soles that once wore soft, delicate stitching—O velvet, what softness do you flaunt before us?
4
इस परी-रू की गली में या निहाँ या आशकार
जिस तरह से हो सके ऐ हम-नशीं ले चल हमें
Into the lane of this fairy-faced one, be it hidden or in open sight,
by whatever means it can be done, O companion, lead me there tonight.
Into the lane of this fairy-faced beloved, whether hidden or in open sight, by whatever means possible, O companion, take me there.
5
हम तो हों कैफ़ी तिरे पर क्या करें आ चश्म-ए-यार
होश में आने नहीं देता तिरा काजल हमें
Intoxicated by you we are—O eye of the beloved, what can we do?
Your kohl will not let us come back to our senses at all.
We are intoxicated by you—O eye of the beloved, what can we do? Your kohl does not let us return to our senses.
6
दिल ख़म-ए-अबरू को देते हैं तो किस किस पेच से
दाम में लेता है उस काकुल का इक इक बल हमें
When I offer my heart to the arched curve of her brow, with what twists and turns it goes;
each single coil of that tress ensnares me in its net.
When I surrender my heart to the arched curve of her eyebrow, it goes through so many twists and turns; each single coil of that lock of hair catches me in its net.
7
हम तो उसके चाहने वाले हैं मुद्दत से नज़ीर
और नया लगता हो अब-तक वो सनम चंचल हमें
We have been his devoted lovers since ages past, Nazeer,
yet even now that playful idol seems so new to us, so dear.
O Nazeer, we have loved him for a very long time, yet that playful idol still seems new to us even now.
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