Ghazal
Hangama Garm Hasti-e-napaedaar Ka
hangama garm hasti-e-napaedaar ka
Source: Deewan-e-Zauq (1923) · HI
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1
हंगामा गर्म हस्ती-ए-नापायदार का
चश्मक है बर्क़ की कि तबस्सुम शरार का
The tumult burns of this impermanent existence we hold—
a wink it is of lightning, or the smile a spark unfolds.
The tumult of this impermanent existence runs hot; it is like the wink of lightning or the smile of a spark.
2
मैं जो शहीद हूँ लब-ए-ख़न्दान-ए-यार का
क्या क्या चराग़ जलता है मेरे मज़ार का
I, who am martyred by the smiling lips of my beloved—
oh, what a lamp burns bright upon the grave of mine.
Since I am martyred for the smiling lips of my beloved, how wondrously do lamps burn upon my grave.
3
हो राज़-ए-दिल न यार से पोशीदा यार का
पर्दा जो दरमियाँ हो दिल के ग़ुबार का
Let the heart's secret not stay hidden from the friend by the friend,
if a veil, made of the heart's dust and grief, should come between.
May the heart's secret not remain concealed from the friend because of the friend, if a veil made of the heart's dust should come between them.
4
आता है गर तो आओ कि सीने से हलके अब
आँखों में आके ठहरा है दम इंतज़ार का
If you are to come, then come, for now, slipping from my breast,
The breath of waiting has risen to my eyes and there found rest
If you mean to come, then come now, for the breath of my waiting has slipped from my chest and come to a halt in my eyes.
5
हो पाक-दामनों को ख़लिश गर है क्या ख़तर
खटका नहीं निगाह को मिज़गान के ख़ार का
If the pure of skirt should feel a pricking, what's the danger here?
The eye takes no alarm at the thorn of the eyelashes near.
If the pure-hearted feel a slight pricking, what danger is there in it? The eye takes no alarm at the thorn of its own eyelashes.
6
पूछे है क्या हलावत-ए-तल्ख़ाबा-ए-सरिश्क
शर्बत है बाग़-ए-ख़ुल्द-ए-बरीं के अनार का
Why ask about the sweetness of these bitter-briny tears?
They are the sherbet of the pomegranate from the garden of the highest paradise.
Why ask about the sweetness of these bitter, briny tears? They are the sherbet of the pomegranate from the garden of the highest paradise.
7
पहुँचेगा तेरे पास कबूतर से पेशतर
मक्तूब-ए-शौक़ उड़ के तिरे बेक़रार का
It will reach you swifter than the carrier dove,
flying to you—the restless letter of my love.
The love-letter of your restless lover, flying through the air, will reach you even before the carrier pigeon does.
8
है ऐन-ए-वस्ल में भी मिरी आँख सू-ए-दर
चस्का जो पड़ गया है मुझे इंतज़ार का
Even in the very moment of union, my eyes turn toward the door—
such is the habit of waiting that has taken hold of me.
Even at the very instant of union, my eyes keep turning toward the door, for the habit of waiting has so taken hold of me.
9
क़ासिद लिखूँ लिफ़ाफ़ा को ख़त-ए-ग़ुबार से
ता जाने वो यह ख़त है किसी ख़ाकसार का
Messenger, let me pen the envelope in dust-fine script,
so he may know this letter comes from one brought low as dust.
O messenger, let me write the envelope in fine dust-like script, so that he may know this letter comes from someone humble as dust.
10
देख अपने दुर-ए-गोश को आरिज़ के मुत्तसिल
देखा न हो सितारा जो सुब्ह-ए-बहार का
Behold your ear-pearl resting close against your cheek—
as though none ever saw the morning-star of spring's own dawn.
Look at the pearl of your ear resting against your cheek, as if no one had ever seen the morning-star of spring's dawn.
11
है दिल की दाँव घात में मिज़गान-ए-चश्म-ए-यार
करती है क़स्द टट्टी की ओझल शिकार का
The lashes of the beloved's eyes lie in ambush for my heart,
Stalking their quarry from behind a hunter's screening blind.
The beloved's eyelashes lie in wait to ambush the heart; hiding like a hunter behind a screening blind, they aim to strike their prey.
12
बुझने की दिल की आग नहीं ज़ेर-ए-ख़ाक भी
होगा दरख़्त गोर पे मेरी चनार का
The fire of my heart will not be quenched, even beneath the dust;
upon my grave there shall grow a chinar tree, blazing like flame.
The fire of my heart will not be extinguished even beneath the dust; a chinar tree will grow upon my grave.
13
उस रू-ए-ताबनाक पे हर क़तरा-ए-अरक़
गोया कि एक सितारा है सुब्ह-ए-बहार का
Upon that radiant face, each bead of glistening sweat
is, as it were, a single star of spring's bright dawn.
On that radiant face, every drop of sweat appears as though it were a star of the spring dawn.
14
ऐ ज़ौक़ गर हैं होश तो दुनिया से दूर भाग
इस मयकदे में काम नहीं होशियार का
O Zauq, if your senses are intact, flee far from the world's embrace—
Within this tavern there's no work, no place, for one of sober grace.
O Zauq, if you are in your senses, run far away from this world, for in this tavern there is no work for a sober and clever person.
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