Ghazal
Takht Jis Be-khanaman Ka Dast-e-virani Hua
तख़्त जिस बे-ख़ानमाँ का दस्त-ए-वीरानी हुआ
This ghazal meditates on the spiritual majesty of asceticism, detachment, and profound humility. It portrays the destitute wanderer whose true throne is the desolation of the wilderness and crown is the desert whirlwind, highlighting how the dissolution of the ego leads to ultimate inner purity.
Source: rekhta · HI
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तख़्त जिस बे-ख़ानमाँ का दस्त-ए-वीरानी हुआ
सर उपर उस के बगूला ताज-ए-सुल्तानी हुआ
For that homeless wanderer whose throne became the wild desolation, the whirlwind swirling above his head turned into an imperial crown.
For that homeless person whose throne became the desolate wilderness, the whirlwind rising above his head became an imperial crown.
2
क्यूँ न साफ़ी उस कूँ हासिल हो जो मिस्ल-ए-आरसी
अपने जौहर की हया सूँ सर-ब-सर पानी हुआ
Why would pure clarity not be his who, like a polished mirror, / In modest awe of his own essence, turned entirely to water?
Why would purity and clarity not be attained by one who, like a mirror, turned completely into water out of modesty for his own inner essence?
3
ज़िंदगी है जिस कूँ दाइम आलम-ए-बाक़ी मुनीं
जल्वा-गर कब उस अंगे यू आलम-ए-फ़ानी हुआ
For one whose life is eternal in the enduring realm, when could this fleeting mortal world ever manifest its splendor before him?
For someone who possesses eternal life in the everlasting realm, this transient mortal world could never show off its splendor before them.
4
बेकसी के हाल में यक आन मैं तन्हा नहीं
ग़म तिरा सीने में मेरे हमदम-ए-जानी हुआ
In this state of utter helplessness, not for an instant am I alone; your sorrow within my breast has become my soul's dearest companion.
In this state of utter helplessness, I am not alone even for a single moment, because the sorrow of your love in my heart has become my dearest, intimate companion.
5
ऐ 'वली' ग़ैरत सूँ सूरज क्यूँ जले नईं रात-दिन
जग मुनीं वो माह रश्क-ए-माह-ए-कनआनी हुआ
O Wali, why would the sun not burn with envy night and day, when in this world that moon has surpassed even Canaan's moon in radiant grace?
O Wali, why wouldn't the sun burn with envy day and night, when in this world that moon-faced beloved has become the envy of even the Moon of Canaan (Prophet Joseph)?
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