Ghazal
ये दौर गुज़रा कभी न देखीं पिया की अँखियाँ ख़ुमार-मतियाँ
This ghazal expresses the lover's deep sorrow and longing over spending an entire era without beholding the beloved's intoxicating and mesmerizing eyes. It captures the pain of unrequited desire alongside the captivating, aloof beauty of the beloved.
Source: rekhta · HI
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ये दौर गुज़रा कभी न देखीं पिया की अँखियाँ ख़ुमार-मतियाँ
कहे थे मरदुम शराबी उन कूँ निकल गईं अपनी दे ग़लतियाँ
The wine-round passed, yet never did I see my beloved's eyes heavy with intoxication; People had called them drunken cups—alas, it turned out to be our own illusion.
This round of wine passed, yet I never saw the beloved's intoxicated eyes. People used to call them drunken cups, but that proved to be our own mistaken illusion.
2
सिवाए गुल के वो शोख़ अँखियाँ किसी तरफ़ को नहीं हैं राग़िब
तो बर्ग-ए-नर्गिस उपर बजा है लिखूँ जो अपने सजन कूँ पतियाँ
Save for the rose, those playful eyes to nothing else incline; 'Tis fitting then, on narcissus leaves, to pen these letters of mine.
Those playful eyes of the beloved are inclined toward nothing except flowers, so it is quite fitting that I write letters to my beloved upon the petals of the narcissus.
3
सनम की ज़ुल्फ़ाँ को हिज्र में अब गए हैं मुझ नैन हैं ख़्वाब राहत
लगे है काँटा नज़र में सोना कटेंगी कैसे ये काली रतियाँ
Far from my beloved's dark tresses, restful sleep has fled my sight; slumber pricks my eyes like a thorn—how will I pass these pitch-black nights?
In separation from my beloved's tresses, restful sleep has vanished from my eyes and slumber pricks like a thorn; how will these pitch-black nights pass?
4
जो शम्अ-रू के दो लब हैं शीरीं तो सब्ज़ा-ए-ख़त बजा है उस पर
ज़मीन पकड़ी है तूतियों ने सुनीं जो मीठी पिया की बतियाँ
If the candle-faced beloved's lips are sweet, fitting is the green down that blooms above; Parrots have surely flocked to this ground, drawn by the honeyed words of my love.
If the candle-faced beloved's lips are sweet, it is completely fitting that green down has grown around them; hearing the beloved's sweet speech, it is as if parrots have gathered on this ground.
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ख़याल कर कर भटक रहा हूँ नज़र जो आए तेवर हैं बाँके
बनाओ बनता नहीं है 'नाजी' जो उस सजन को लगाऊँ छतियाँ
I wander lost in endless thought, met only by their haughty charms; / No contrivance works, O Naji, to clasp that lover in my arms.
I wander lost in constant thought, and whenever the beloved appears, their airs are proud and haughty; O Naji, no plan succeeds by which I might embrace that lover and hold them to my chest.
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