Ghazal
main pir-e-ishq hoon majnoon murid hai mera
In this ghazal, the poet proudly exalts his stature in love, declaring himself the supreme spiritual guide and framing even the legendary lover Majnun as merely his disciple. The verses radiate a sense of romantic self-assurance and celebrate profound devotion to the beloved.
Source: Divan-e-Turab · HI
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1
मैं पीर-ए-इश्क़ हूँ मजनूँ मुरीद है मेरा
वो आशिक़ी में ख़लीफ़ा रशीद है मेरा
I am the spiritual guide of love, and Majnun is disciple to me; in the realm of devout passion, my righteous successor is he.
I am the spiritual master of love and Majnun is my disciple; in the path of devotion and passion, he is my rightful successor.
2
फ़रेफ़्ता हूँ मैं जिसपर वो हिन्द अभसपर
हुस्न-ए-ताले ओ बख़्त-ए-सईद है मेरा
The one who has enchanted my heart is that celestial Indian nymph; her love is the beauty of my rising star and the blessed fortune of my fate.
The Indian nymph with whom I am infatuated is my good fortune and blessed destiny.
3
तुझे हो ईद मुबारक मुझे गले से लगा
न कर हिजाब ये इनाम-ए-ईद है मेरा
A blessed Eid to you—now take me in your embrace; Cast off your hesitation, for this is my gift of Eid.
I wish you a blessed Eid, now embrace me; do not hesitate or feel shy, for this embrace is my Eid gift.
4
कहा अयाज़ ने माशूक़ बन के मौला से
मियाँ तू बंदा-ए-बे-ज़र ख़रीद है मेरा
Turned into the beloved, thus spoke Ayaz to his lord: / 'Master, you are now a slave whom I have bought without gold.'
Ayaz, having become the beloved, said to his master that he is now his slave who has been acquired without paying any price.
5
तू सूरत अपनी छुपा कर मुझे सताता है
नज़र बख़ैर तसव्वुर मुफ़ीद है मेरा
You seek to torment me by keeping your face hidden from view; touch wood, my imagination still serves me well and true.
You torment me by hiding your face from me, but touch wood, my imagination still serves me well enough to picture you.
6
करम से तेरे तू नज़दीक हो किसी दिन आ
न पूछ घर से तेरे घर बईद है मेरा
Out of your grace, draw near and come some day; ask not how far my home lies from your door.
Out of your grace, please come close and visit me someday; do not ask how far my house is from yours.
7
जो दाग़-ए-हिज्र का सहकर हुआ मैं उस से विदा
कहा ये तुझपे सज़ावल शदीद है मेरा
Bearing the searing scar of parting, as I bade her farewell, she declared: 'Well deserved upon you is this harsh affliction of mine.'
When I took leave of my beloved bearing the wound of separation, she said that I fully deserved this severe punishment from her.
8
वो कानी हुर के मेरा माजरा सुने तो कहूँ
नई कहानी है क़िस्सा जदीद है मेरा
Were that houri to lend her ear to hear my tale, then would I speak: mine is a novel story, and brand-new is my chronicle.
If that houri would lend an ear to hear my condition, then I shall narrate it; mine is an entirely novel story, and my tale is brand-new.
9
तुराब किस से मुख़ातिब हो कल वो कहता था
ये तेग़-ए-इश्क़ का मारा शहीद है मेरा
Whom do you address, Turab? Just yesterday my love was heard saying: 'This soul struck down by love's sword is a martyr of my own.'
Turab, whom are you addressing? Just yesterday the beloved was saying that this person slain by the sword of love is their own martyr.
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