Ghazal
कमर की बात सुनते हैं ये कुछ पाई नहीं जाती
This ghazal employs classical poetic hyperbole and wit to depict the beloved's delicate beauty and the lover's boundless sorrow. Through playful musings on the beloved's proverbially elusive waist and imagery of tears flowing like an endless river, the poet captures the wonder and melancholy of romantic devotion.
Source: rekhta · HI
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कमर की बात सुनते हैं ये कुछ पाई नहीं जाती
कहे हैं बात ऐसी ख़याल में मेरे नहीं आती
I hear much talk of her slender waist, yet nowhere can it be found; they speak of such a thing as my imagination cannot grasp.
We hear talk of the beloved's waist, yet it cannot be found anywhere; people speak of such a thing that cannot even be grasped by my imagination.
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जो चाहो सैर-ए-दरिया वक़्फ़ है मुझ चश्म की कश्ती
हर एक मू-ए-पलक मेरा है गोया घाट ख़ैराती
If you wish to sail the river, the boat of my eye is pledged and free; each lash upon my eyelid stands as a charitable quay.
If you wish to take a ride upon the river, the boat of my eye is fully at your service, and every hair of my eyelashes is like a free charitable landing wharf.
3
ब-रंग उस के नहीं महबूब दिल रोने को आशिक़ के
सआदत ख़ाँ है लड़का वज़्अ कर लेता है बरसाती
The beloved's heart melts not like his at the lover's weeping; young Saadat Khan is just a boy, yet readily dons a cloak against the rain.
Unlike him, the beloved's heart does not melt at the lover's weeping; young Saadat Khan is merely a boy, yet he puts on a cloak to shield himself from the rain.
4
जो कोई असली है ठंडा गर्म याक़ूती में क्यूँकर हो
न लावे ताब तेरे लब की जो नामर्द है ज़ाती
How can a ruby elixir warm one who is by nature cold? / Only the truly unmanly fail to bear the burning passion of your lips.
How can one who is inherently cold ever be warmed by a ruby tonic (yaquti)? Likewise, only someone who is naturally impotent cannot bear the fiery warmth of your lips.
5
न देखा बाग़ में नर्गिस नीं तुझ कूँ शर्म जाने सीं
इसी ग़म में हुई है सर-निगूँ वो वक़्त नहीं पाती
Out of bashful shame, the narcissus dared not gaze on you in the bower; Bowed low in that enduring sorrow, it never again finds that hour.
Out of modesty and shame, the narcissus flower did not look at you in the garden. In this very sorrow, its head remains bowed low, yet it cannot regain that lost moment.
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कहाँ मुमकिन है 'नाजी' सा कि तक़्वा और सलाह आवे
निगाह-ए-मस्त-ए-ख़ूबाँ वो नहीं लेता ख़राबाती
How could piety and virtue ever visit one like Naji? That tavern-dweller can never turn from the intoxicating gaze of the fair.
It is impossible for someone like Naji to attain piety and virtue, as that tavern-dweller cannot turn his eyes away from the intoxicating gaze of the beautiful.
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