Ghazal
न रूह-ए-मज़हब न क़ल्ब-ए-आरिफ़ न शाइ'राना ज़बान बाक़ी
This ghazal laments the profound loss of spiritual depth, poetic sensibility, and cultural refinement in a rapidly changing world. With a melancholic tone, the poet mourns the vanished splendor of the past, leaving behind only lingering memories and deep regret.
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1
न रूह-ए-मज़हब न क़ल्ब-ए-आरिफ़ न शाइ'राना ज़बान बाक़ी
ज़मीं हमारी बदल गई है अगरचे है आसमान बाक़ी
Neither the spirit of faith, nor the mystic's heart, nor the poetic tongue remains; our earth has altered beneath our feet, though the sky unchanged sustains.
Neither the true spirit of religion, nor the mystic's heart, nor poetic language remains; although the sky is still the same, our world has completely changed.
2
शब-ए-गुज़िश्ता के साज़ ओ सामाँ के अब कहाँ हैं निशान बाक़ी
ज़बान-ए-शमा-ए-सहर पे हसरत की रह गई दास्तान बाक़ी
Where now remain the traces of last night's festive splendor? / Upon the tongue of the morning candle lingers only a tale of longing.
Where are any traces of last night's festive preparations left now? Only a tale of sorrow and longing remains upon the tongue of the morning candle.
3
जो ज़िक्र आता है आख़िरत का तो आप होते हैं साफ़ मुनकिर
ख़ुदा की निस्बत भी देखता हूँ यक़ीन रुख़्सत गुमान बाक़ी
Whenever the hereafter is mentioned, you flatly deny it; regarding God too, I see certainty has departed and only doubt remains.
Whenever the hereafter is mentioned, you flatly deny it, and regarding God too, I observe that certainty has departed and only doubt remains.
4
फ़ुज़ूल है उन की बद-दिमाग़ी कहाँ है फ़रियाद अब लबों पर
ये वार पर वार अब अबस हैं कहाँ बदन में है जान बाक़ी
Their haughty scorn is pointless now, no plea remains upon my lips; strike after strike is all in vain—what life is left within this frame?
Their arrogance is futile now, as there is no plea left upon my lips; these repeated attacks are also in vain, for there is hardly any life left in my body.
5
मैं अपने मिटने के ग़म में नालाँ उधर ज़माना है शाद ओ ख़ंदाँ
इशारा करती है चश्म-ए-दौराँ जो आन बाक़ी जहान बाक़ी
I weep in grief over my ruin, while the world rejoices and laughs away; The eye of time hints with a glance: while honor endures, the world holds sway.
I am lamenting in grief over my destruction while the world is joyful and laughing, yet the eye of time gestures that as long as one's honor remains, the whole world remains.
6
इसी लिए रह गई हैं आँखें कि मेरे मिटने का रंग देखें
सुनूँ वो बातें जो होश उड़ाएँ इसी लिए हैं ये कान बाक़ी
These eyes remain solely to witness the spectacle of my ruin; these ears survive only to hear words that steal my wits away.
These eyes have remained only to watch the spectacle of my ruin, and these ears are left only so that I may hear things that blow my senses away.
7
तअ'ज्जुब आता है तिफ़्ल-ए-दिल पर कि हो गया मस्त-ए-नज़्म-ए-'अकबर'
अभी मिडिल पास तक नहीं है बहुत से हैं इम्तिहान बाक़ी
I marvel at this childish heart, already drunk on the verse of Akbar; it hasn't even passed middle school yet, and so many exams still lie ahead.
I am astonished at my childish heart for getting intoxicated by Akbar's poetry so early, even though it hasn't even passed middle school yet and many examinations still lie ahead.
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