Ghazal
अबस है नाज़-ए-इस्तिग़्ना पे कल की क्या ख़बर क्या हो
This ghazal contemplates the unpredictability of fate and the futility of pride and detachment in the face of an uncertain tomorrow. It emphasizes that without genuine pain, empathy, and emotional depth, human existence and the heart remain devoid of true meaning.
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अबस है नाज़-ए-इस्तिग़्ना पे कल की क्या ख़बर क्या हो
ख़ुदा मालूम ये सामान क्या हो जाए सर क्या हो
Vain is this pride of aloof disdain, for who knows what tomorrow brings? God alone knows what becomes of all these trappings, or of this very head.
It is futile to take pride in one's indifference or self-sufficiency, for no one knows what tomorrow may bring; only God knows what fate awaits all these possessions or this very head (life).
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ये आह-ए-बे-असर क्या हो ये नख़्ल-ए-बे-समर क्या हो
न हो जब दर्द ही या-रब तो दिल क्या हो जिगर क्या हो
What worth an unavailing sigh, what use a barren tree? / Without the ache of pain, O Lord, what good are heart and soul?
What is the use of an ineffective sigh or a fruitless tree? O Lord, when there is no pain at all, what worth do the heart and soul have?
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जहाँ इंसान खो जाता हो ख़ुद फिर उस की महफ़िल में
रसाई किस तरह हो दख़्ल क्यूँकर हो गुज़र क्या हो
Where one loses one's own self within that gathering, how could there be access, how entrance, what passage could there be?
Where a person loses their very self, how could anyone gain access to such a gathering, how could entry be possible, and how could one ever pass through it?
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न पूछूँगा मैं ये भी जाम में है ज़हर या अमृत
तुम्हारे हाथ से अंदेशा-ए-नफ़-ओ-ज़रर क्या हो
I will not even ask if the cup holds poison or nectar divine; offered by your hand, what fear could there be of loss or gain?
I will not even ask whether there is poison or nectar in the cup; when it comes from your hands, what fear could there be of benefit or harm?
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मुरव्वत से हो बेगाना वफ़ा से दूर हो कोसों
ये सच है नाज़नीं हो ख़ूबसूरत हो मगर क्या हो
A stranger to kindness, leagues away from being true; it's true you are lovely and delicate, but what does that make of you?
You are a stranger to kindness and miles away from loyalty; it is true that you are delicate and beautiful, but what is the worth of it?
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शगूफ़े देख कर मुट्ठी में ज़र को मुस्कुराते हैं
कि जब उम्र इस क़दर कोताह रखते हैं तो ज़र क्या हो
Seeing the gold clasped in their fist, the blossoms gently smile— / What worth is wealth when life endures for such a fleeting while?
The blossoms smile seeing the gold held within their fist, wondering what use wealth is when life itself is so fleeting.
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रहा करती है ये हैरत मुझे ज़ुहद-ए-रियाई पर
ख़ुदा से जो नहीं डरता उसे बंदे का डर क्या हो
I am left in endless wonder at this hypocritical piety: one who fears not God, why would he fear mortal man?
I am always astonished by hypocritical and showy piety; someone who does not fear God, why would they fear a mere human being?
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कहा मैं ने कि 'नज़्म'-ए-मुब्तला मरता है हसरत में
कहा उस ने अगर मर जाए तो मेरा ज़रर क्या हो
I said, 'The love-afflicted Nazm is dying of unfulfilled desire'; she said, 'And if he were to die, what loss would that be of mine?'
I told the beloved that the love-stricken Nazm is dying of unfulfilled longing, to which she replied: if he dies, what harm or loss is that to me?
9
कहा मैं ने कि है सोज़-ए-जिगर और उफ़ नहीं करता
कहा इस की इजाज़त ही नहीं फिर नौहागर क्या हो
I said, 'My heart burns with torment, yet not a sigh escapes my breath.' She replied, 'Even that is forbidden—why claim then to be a mourner at death?'
I said that my heart burns with pain yet I do not even utter a sigh; the beloved replied that even sighing is not permitted to you, so how can you claim to be a mourner?
10
कहा मैं ने कि दे उस को इजाज़त आह करने की
कहा उस ने भड़क उठ्ठे अगर सोज़-ए-जिगर क्या हो
I pleaded, 'Grant him leave to breathe a sigh;' / She said, 'What if the burning heart flares into a blaze?'
I asked her to allow him to let out a sigh of sorrow, to which she replied, 'What if the burning agony of his heart flares up into a blaze?'
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कहा मैं ने कि आँसू आँख का लेकिन नहीं थमता
कहा आँखें कोई तलवों से मल डाले अगर क्या हो
I said: 'And yet the tears from these eyes refuse to cease.' / She said: 'What if one were to rub those eyes beneath my soles?'
I said that the tears from my eyes simply do not stop, to which the beloved replied, what if someone were to rub those eyes against the soles of their feet?
12
कहा मैं ने क़दम भर पर है वो सूरत दिखा आओ
कहा मुँह फेर कर इतना किसी को दर्द-ए-सर क्या हो
I said, 'It is but a step away, go show your face to him'; turning her face away, she said, 'Why should anyone endure such a headache?'
I said that he is just a step away, so go and show him your face; turning her face away, she replied why should anyone take on such a headache.
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कहा मैं ने असर मुतलक़ नहीं क्या संग-दिल है तू
कहा जब दिल हो पत्थर का तो पत्थर पर असर क्या हो
I said, 'Nothing moves you at all, how stone-hearted you are!' / She replied, 'When the heart is of stone, what impression could stone ever bear?'
I said that nothing affects you at all and asked how you could be so stone-hearted; the beloved replied that when the heart is made of stone, how could anything ever make an impression on stone?
14
कहा मैं ने जो मर जाए तो क्या हो सोच तू दिल में
कहा ना-आक़िबत-अँदेश ने कुछ सोच कर क्या हो
I said, 'Ponder in your heart, what if one were to die?' / The heedless one replied, 'What comes of pondering anyway?'
I asked to ponder in the heart what would happen if one were to die, to which the heedless one replied, asking what could possibly be gained by thinking about it.
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कहा मैं ने ख़बर भी है कि दी जाँ उस ने घुट घट कर
कहा मर जाए चुपके से तो फिर मुझ को ख़बर क्या हो
I said, 'Do you even know he breathed his last, pining away in pain?' Said she, 'If one dies so silently, how could news ever reach me?'
I asked if she even knew that he breathed his last suffering in silence; she replied that if someone dies so quietly, how could she possibly know?
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