Ghazal
dekhkar zulf-e-siyah maftoon-o-shaida ho gaya
This ghazal portrays the overpowering enchantment and madness of love triggered by the sight of the beloved's dark tresses. It reflects the lover's complete surrender, depicting how passion strips away all reason, patience, and inner calm, leaving him solitary and deeply captivated.
Source: Divan-e-Turab · HI
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1
देखकर ज़ुल्फ़-ए-सियह मफ़्तून-ओ-शैदा हो गया
अमील-ए-दीवाना क्या मुझको ये सौदा हो गया
Beholding those raven tresses, I became bewitched and enamored; what madness is this strange obsession that has taken hold of me?
Upon seeing those dark black tresses, I became enchanted and infatuated; what madness or strange obsession has taken possession of me?
2
अक़्ल-ओ-होश-ओ-सब्र-ओ-तस्कीन हम हो शैदा तेज़
हाए सबाथी मेरी मुझसे मैं तन्हा हो गया
Reason and senses, patience and peace, all fled in breathless haste; alas, every companion parted from me, leaving me utterly alone.
Reason, senses, patience, and peace all hastily fled from me; alas, all my companions parted from me, and I was left completely alone.
3
यार-ओ-मेरा रंग कचरा-ओ-सिपर न आया अब तलक
मैं तो ओसको इश्क़ में रंगीन सरापा हो गया
My beloved has still not taken to the pale hue upon my face, though steeped in love for them, I am dyed in color from head to toe.
Friends, my pale countenance has still not gained its glow, yet in their love, I have become completely immersed in color from head to toe.
4
किसतरह यारीसे ओसकी मुझको बेज़ारी नहो
आशना ग़ैर वनसे अबतो यार-ए-मेरा हो गया
How could I not grow weary of his friendship and despair, now that my beloved makes strangers his intimates to share?
How could I not grow weary of his friendship, now that my beloved has become familiar and friendly with strangers?
5
जो मैं मजलिस मेरी कल वुठ गया वो सर्व-क़द
जुमा क़यामत आ गई और हश्र बरपा हो गया
When that cypress-tall beloved rose and left my gathering yesterday, it was as if Doomsday had struck, and the final Reckoning held sway.
Yesterday, as soon as that tall beloved rose and departed from my gathering, it felt as though the Day of Judgment had arrived and the final resurrection was unleashed.
6
रातियां पर चांद कहदीम सका कि उहो सच्चा शोख़
लगे मुंह देखने तुर्फ़ा तमाशा हो गया
Before the moon I dared speak of that playful, saucy grace; they began staring into each other's face—what an extraordinary spectacle it became!
At night, when I told the moon that my beloved is the one who is truly playful and charming, they both began staring at each other's faces, turning it into an extraordinary spectacle.
7
छा गया आंखो में नशा भर गया दिल में दुख
ग़म नहीं गर्मी से ख़ाली जाम-ओ-मीना हो गया
Intoxication clouded the eyes, and sorrow filled the heart; no regret if from burning fervor, the cup and flask were drained.
Intoxication has clouded the eyes and sorrow has filled the heart, so there is no sorrow if the cup and wine-flask have emptied due to the heat.
8
क़ुम बि-इज़्नी कहको आशिक़ को जिला देता हो वो
क़ुम बि-इज़्न्निल्लाह एजाज़-ए-मसीहा हो गया
If saying 'Arise by my command!' they bring the slain lover back to life, then 'Arise by God's leave' was merely the miracle of the Messiah.
If the beloved brings the lover back to life by commanding 'Rise by my permission!', then raising the dead by saying 'Rise by God's leave' was merely the miracle of the Messiah.
9
हुस्न-ए-ख़िदमत से हुआ महमूद का प्यारा अयाज़
इसक़दर की बंदगी ओसने कि मौला हो गया
Through the grace of devoted service, Ayaz became Mahmud's beloved; Such was the depth of his surrender that the servant became the lord.
Through the excellence of his devoted service, Ayaz became beloved to Mahmud; he showed such absolute devotion as a servant that he virtually became the master.
10
हाथ ओन्का चूमें तो मैं दस्त-ए-बोसी सुब्ह
वाह क्या दस्त-ए-मशाइख़ यद-ए-बैज़ा हो गया
When at dawn I bowed to kiss their hand in humble devotion, / Ah, how that revered elder's palm turned into Moses' miraculous hand of light!
When I kiss their hand in reverence in the morning, how wondrous it is that the elder's hand has turned into the luminous, miraculous white hand of Moses.
11
क्या हुआ अगर हुस्न में शोहरत हुई उसकी तुराब
मैं तो ओसके इश्क़ में बदनाम रुस्वा हो गया
What if her beauty won her great renown, O Turab? / In her love, it is I who was disgraced and brought to shame.
O Turab, what does it matter if she gained fame for her beauty? In loving her, it is I who became disgraced and humiliated.
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