Ghazal
Hum Hain Aur Saaya Tire Kuche Ki Deewaron Ka
hum hain aur saaya tire kuche ki deewaron ka
Source: Deewan-e-Zauq (1923) · HI
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1
हम हैं और साया तिरे कूचे की दीवारों का
काम जन्नत में है क्या ऐसे गुनहगारों का
Here we are, and the shade of the walls of your lane—
what would such sinners as us do in paradise's domain?
We have only ourselves and the shade of the walls of your lane; what business do sinners like us have in paradise?
2
मुहतसिब गरचा दिल-आज़ार है मयख़्वारों का
देके इक जाम तो बे-यारा भी यारों का
Though the censor is a tormentor of those who love their wine,
Grant him but a single cup, and he too becomes a friend of friends.
Although the censor torments those who drink wine, offer him just one cup and even he becomes a friend to the helpless and to his companions.
3
उतना तो सोज़-ए-फ़ुग़ाँ हो कि चमन में बुलबुल
ख़िर्मन-ए-गुल की जगह ढेर हो अंगारों का
Let the fire of my lament burn so fierce that in the garden, where the nightingale sings,
In place of the harvest of roses there lies but a heap of glowing embers.
Let the fire of my lament be so intense that in the garden, where the nightingale sings, there lies a heap of burning embers in place of the harvest of roses.
4
चर्ख़ पर बैठ रहा जान बचा कर ईसा
हो सका जब न मुदावा तिरे बीमारों का
Jesus fled to the heavens, saving his own life,
When no cure could be found for those your love had struck down.
Jesus went up to the heavens to save his own life, when he could find no cure for those your love had made ill.
5
हों रगें हल्क़-ए-बुरीदा की हमारे ख़ूँबार
गर तमाशा तुझे मंज़ूर हो फ़व्वारों का
Let the severed veins of my slit throat spill their crimson spray,
if the sight of fountains gushing be your pleasure's wish today.
If you wish to watch the spectacle of fountains, then let the veins of my slit throat become blood-spraying fountains for you.
6
हैं कमांदार तिरे तीर-ए-मिज़ा तश्ना-ए-ख़ूँ
मुँह खुला रहता है इस-वास्ते सूफ़ारों का
Commanders are the arrows of your lashes, athirst for blood—
that is why the notches of the shafts keep their mouths agape.
The arrows of your eyelashes are blood-thirsty commanders; that is why the notches at the ends of the shafts remain open-mouthed.
7
क्यों न हर तार में सौ दिल हों गिरफ़्तार कि ज़ुल्फ़
जेल-ख़ाना है मोहब्बत के गिरफ़्तारों का
Why should a hundred hearts not lie ensnared in every strand, for these dark tresses are a prison-house for love's own captives bound.
Why should a hundred hearts not be imprisoned in every strand, for this tress is a prison-house for love's captives.
8
देंगे जान बोसा-ए-लाल-ए-नमकीन पर हम भी
जान-निसारी है अगर शेवा नमक-ख़्वारों का
I too shall lay down my life for a kiss of those salt-sweet lips—
If casting away one's life is the way of those who have eaten another's salt.
I too will give up my life for a kiss of those salt-sweet lips, if sacrificing one's life is the custom of those who have eaten another's salt.
9
बे-सबब ही जफ़ा का ज़ुल्म का ऐ ज़ौक़
दिया ही उस ने दिया नाम यार ने रोना
Without a cause, O Zauq, the cruelty, the tyranny—
my beloved gave me nothing but this gift of endless tears.
Without any reason, O Zauq, through cruelty and tyranny, my beloved gave me nothing but weeping.
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