Ghazal
याँ ख़ाक का बिस्तर है गले में कफ़नी है
This ghazal poignantly contrasts the lover's mortal suffering and destitution with the beloved's radiant beauty and detachment. It portrays the restless torment, ceaseless lamentation, and ultimate sacrifice inherent in profound, unrequited love.
Source: rekhta · HI
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1
याँ ख़ाक का बिस्तर है गले में कफ़नी है
वाँ हाथ में आईना है गुल पैरहनी है
Here lies a bed of dust, a shroud around the neck; there, a mirror in the hand, robed in blooming petals.
Here, there is a bed of dust and a shroud around the neck, while there, a mirror is held in hand and a dress made of flowers is worn.
2
हाथों से हमें इश्क़ के दिन रात नहीं चैन
फ़रियाद ओ फ़ुग़ाँ दिन को है शब नारा-ज़नी है
At the hands of love, we find no peace day or night; the day is spent in wails and sighs, the night in desperate cries.
We find no peace day or night at the hands of love; the day passes in weeping and lamenting, and the night in loud wailing.
3
हुश्यार हो ग़फ़लत से तू ग़ाफ़िल न हो ऐ दिल
अपनी तो नज़र में ये जगह बे-वतनी है
Awaken from heedlessness, stay not oblivious, O heart; for in my sight, this worldly realm is nothing but exile.
O heart, wake up from neglect and do not remain careless, for in my eyes this worldly place is nothing but living in exile.
4
कुछ कह नहीं सकता हूँ ज़बाँ से कि ज़रा देख
क्या जाए है जिस जाए न कुछ दम-ज़दनी है
I can utter nothing with my tongue, yet look and behold: What a realm is this, where even drawing a breath is forbidden!
I cannot say anything with my tongue, but just observe what kind of a place this is where one cannot even draw a breath or utter a word.
5
मिज़्गाँ पे मिरे लख़्त-ए-जिगर ही नहीं यारो
इस तार से वो रिश्ता अक़ीक़-ए-यमनी है
Upon my lashes hang not merely fragments of my bleeding heart, O friends; strung on this thread, they gleam as beads of Yemeni carnelian.
O friends, it is not merely pieces of my heart hanging on my eyelashes; threaded onto this string of lashes, they are like a necklace of Yemeni carnelians.
6
लिख और ग़ज़ल क़ाफ़िए को फेर 'ज़फ़र' तू
अब तब्अ' की दरिया की तिरी मौज-ज़नी है
Write yet another ghazal, Zafar, and turn the rhyme anew; for the river of your poetic muse is now surging in full swell.
Zafar, write another ghazal by changing the rhyme, for the river of your poetic disposition is now surging with waves.
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