Ghazal
हँसी में वो बात मैं ने कह दी कि रह गए आप दंग हो कर
This ghazal explores the spontaneous revelation of deep-seated truths and the poet's dynamic existential journey. By playfully disclosing a hidden emotion that leaves the beloved stunned, the verses reflect themes of candid love, emotional transparency, and a purposeful spirit in both stillness and motion.
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हँसी में वो बात मैं ने कह दी कि रह गए आप दंग हो कर
छुपा हुआ था जो राज़ दिल में खुला वो चेहरे का रंग हो कर
In mere jest I spoke that word which left you stunned and pale; the secret hidden in the heart was betrayed by the flush upon your face.
I casually said that thing in jest which left you completely stunned, and the secret hidden in the heart was revealed by the changing color of your face.
2
हमेशा कूच ओ मक़ाम अपना रहा है ख़िज़्र-ए-रह-ए-तरीक़त
रुका तो मैं संग-ए-मील बन कर चला तो आवाज़-ए-चंग हो कर
My halts and journeys ever served as a guide upon the Mystic Way: when I paused, I stood as a milestone; when I moved, the ringing music of a harp.
My moving and halting have always guided others on the spiritual path; when I paused, I became a milestone, and when I moved, I became the inspiring sound of a harp.
3
न तोड़ते आरसी अगर तुम तो इतने यूसुफ़ नज़र न आते
ये क़ाफ़िला खींच लाई सारा शिकस्त-ए-आईना ज़ंग हो कर
Had you not shattered the looking-glass, so many Yusufs would not appear; becoming the caravan's bell, the broken mirror drew this entire caravan near.
If you had not broken the mirror, so many Yusufs would not have appeared; the shattering of the mirror, acting as a caravan bell, has drawn this entire caravan here.
4
शबाब ओ पीरी का आना जाना ग़ज़ब का पुर-दर्द है फ़साना
ये रह गई बन के गर्द-ए-हसरत वो उड़ गया रुख़ से रंग हो कर
The coming and going of youth and age is a tale of piercing grief: one stayed behind as the dust of longing, the other fled like the blush from the cheek.
The passing of youth and the arrival of old age is an immensely painful story; old age remained behind like the dust of regret, while youth flew away like color vanishing from the face.
5
जो राज़ दिल से ज़बाँ तक आया तो उस को क़ाबू में फिर न पाया
ज़बाँ से निकला कलाम बन कर कमाँ से छूटा ख़दंग हो कर
Once a secret passed from heart to tongue, no restraint could hold it back again; it flew from the lips as spoken words, like an arrow loosed from a bow.
Once a secret leaves the heart and reaches the tongue, it can no longer be controlled; it escapes the mouth as spoken words just like an arrow released from a bow.
6
ग़ज़ब है बहर-ए-फ़ना का धारा कि मुझ को उलझा के मारा मारा
नफ़स ने मौजों का जाल बुन कर लहद ने काम-ए-नहंग हो कर
How dire is the tide of oblivion's sea, entangling and dashing me down— / Each breath wove a net of rising waves, the grave became a sea-monster's jaws.
The current of the sea of mortality is dreadful, which entangled and destroyed me; my breaths wove a net like waves, and the grave became the jaws of a sea monster.
7
मिला दिल-ए-ना-हिफ़ाज़ मुझ को तो क्या किसी का लिहाज़ मुझ को
कहीं गरेबाँ न फाड़ डालें जनाब-ए-नासेह भी तंग हो कर
Gifted with a wild, unrestrained heart, why should I defer to anyone? / Lest the solemn preacher himself, driven to wit's end, tear his collar in despair.
Since I have been gifted an unrestrained and reckless heart, why should I care about anyone? I fear that even the preacher, frustrated with my ways, might tear his own collar in despair.
8
जो अब की मीना-ए-मय को तोड़ा चलेगी तलवार मोहतसिब से
लहू भी रिंदों का देख लेना बहा मय-ए-लाला-रंग हो कर
If he shatters the wine-flask this time, swords shall clash with the censor's hand; / Behold how the revellers' blood will flow, turned to tulip-red wine across the land.
If the moral censor breaks the wine-flask this time, swords will be drawn against him; then watch how the blood of the revellers too will flow like tulip-red wine.
9
न ज़ब्त से शिकवा लब तक आया न सब्र ने आह खींचने दी
रहा दहन में वो क़ुफ़्ल बन कर गिराया छाती पे संग हो कर
Neither did restraint let complaint reach my lips, nor patience allow a sigh to rise; it locked my mouth in silence, then crushed upon my chest like heavy stone.
Self-restraint did not let any complaint reach the lips, nor did patience allow a sigh to be drawn; it remained as a lock upon the mouth and weighed down on the chest like a heavy stone.
10
समझ ले सूफ़ी अगर ये नुक्ता है एक बज़्म-ए-समा-ए-हस्ती
तो नौ-पियाले ये आसमाँ के बजें अभी जल-तरंग हो कर
If the Sufi would but grasp this subtle truth—that existence is a mystic concert of ecstatic song—then these nine sky-bowls would ring out at once, chiming like a jal-tarang.
If the Sufi understands the subtle point that existence is a gathering of mystical music, then these nine bowls of the sky would instantly begin to play like a jal-tarang.
11
भला हो अफ़्सुर्दा-ख़ातिरी का कि हसरतों को दबा के रक्खा
बचा लिया हरज़गी से उस ने लिहाज़-ए-नामूस-ओ-नंग हो कर
Bless this melancholy of heart, which kept my wild desires suppressed; by standing guard over honor and shame, it spared me from wandering in disgrace.
Thank goodness for the heart's melancholy which kept unfulfilled desires suppressed; by safeguarding my honor and shame, it saved me from disgrace and wandering in vain.
12
जिगर-ख़राशी से पाई फ़ुर्सत न सीना-कावी से नाख़ुनों ने
गला गरेबाँ ने घूँट डाला जुनूँ की शोरिश से तंग हो कर
My nails found no respite from tearing the heart, nor from raking the chest; / Weary of madness's wild uproar, the collar itself choked the throat.
The fingernails found no respite from scratching the liver or tearing open the chest. Weary of the turmoil of madness, the collar itself strangled the throat.
13
बदल के दुनिया ने भेस सदहा इसे डराया उसे लुभाया
कभी ज़न-ए-पीर-ज़ाल बन कर कभी बुत-ए-शोख़-ओ-शंग हो कर
Assuming a hundred disguises, the world frightened one and tempted another; appearing sometimes as a decrepit crone, and at times as a playful, coquettish idol.
By adopting hundreds of disguises, the world frightened and tempted humanity, appearing sometimes as a decrepit old woman and at other times as a playful, coquettish beauty.
14
उठे थे तलवार खींच कर तुम तो फिर तअम्मुल न चाहिए था
कि रह गई मेरे दिल की हसरत शहीद-ए-तेग़-ए-दरंग हो कर
Having drawn your sword and risen, you should not have hesitated so; for the longing in my heart was martyred merely by the blade of your delay.
When you had already drawn your sword and risen to strike, you should not have hesitated. Because of your delay, the longing in my heart to be slain by you remained unfulfilled and perished merely from waiting.
15
जो वलवले थे वो दब गए सब हुजूम-ए-लैत-ओ-लअल में 'हैदर'
जो हौसले थे वो दिल ही दिल में रहे दरेग़-ओ-दरंग हो कर
All ardent passions were smothered, O Haidar, amid a crowd of excuses and delay; all bold resolves remained confined to the heart, reduced to sorrow and hesitation.
O Haidar, all the enthusiasm was suppressed amidst endless excuses and indecision, and all the courage remained confined within the heart as regret and hesitation.
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