Ghazal
'असद' हम वो जुनूँ-जौलाँ गदा-ए-बे-सर-ओ-पा हैं
This ghazal, attributed to Asad (Ghalib), delves into themes of existential detachment, the relentless passage of time, and the search for truth amidst suffering. The poet portrays himself as a frenzied wanderer, reflecting on the agony of waiting and the profound transformations brought by passion. Ultimately, he expresses a captive's silent plea for justice, hoping the oppressor confronts their own reality.
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'असद' हम वो जुनूँ-जौलाँ गदा-ए-बे-सर-ओ-पा हैं
कि है सर-पंजा-ए-मिज़्गान-ए-आहू पुश्त-ख़ार अपना
Asad, we are those madly roving, destitute mendicants, For whom a deer's eyelash-paw serves as a back-scratcher.
Asad, we are those madly wandering, utterly destitute mendicants for whom the very tip of a deer's eyelashes serves as our back-scratcher.
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न भूला इज़्तिराब-ए-दम-शुमारी इंतिज़ार अपना
कि आख़िर शीशा-ए-साअ'त के काम आया ग़ुबार अपना
My anxious count of breaths, my waiting, did not forget itself,For in the end, my very dust served the hourglass's purpose.
My anxious waiting, counting every breath, did not cease, for ultimately, my own dust became useful for the hourglass.
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ज़ि-बस आतिश ने फ़स्ल-ए-रंग में रंग-ए-दिगर पाया
चराग़-ए-गुल से ढूँढे है चमन में शम्अ' ख़ार अपना
So much did fire attain a different hue in the season of bright flowers,The flower's lamp seeks its own thorn-candle in the garden's bowers.
Fire attained such a different hue in the season of colors that the lamp of the flower (the flower itself) seeks its own thorn-candle in the garden.
4
असीर-ए-बे-ज़बाँ हूँ काश के सय्याद-ए-बे-पर्वा
ब-दाम-ए-जौहर-ए-आईना हो जावे शिकार अपना
A voiceless captive am I; oh, that the heedless hunter,
In the mirror's essence-net, might find himself the prey.
I am a voiceless captive; I wish that the heedless hunter might become his own prey in the net of the mirror's essence.
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मगर हो माने-ए-दामन-कुशी ज़ौक़-ए-ख़ुद-आराई
हुआ है नक़्श-बंद आईना-ए-संग-ए-मज़ार अपना
May the zest for self-adornment bar my spirit's final rest;My tomb's stone mirror now has turned engraver, self-impressed.
May the passion for self-adornment prevent the soul from detaching itself from the world. My tombstone's mirror has now become an engraver of my image.
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दरेग़ ऐ ना-तवानी वर्ना हम ज़ब्त-आश्नायाँ ने
तिलिस्म-ए-रंग में बाँधा था अहद-ए-उस्तुवार अपना
Alas for this weakness! Else we, who restraint knew well,Had bound our firmest vow in beauty's enchanting spell.
Alas for this weakness! Otherwise, we, who are familiar with self-control, had bound our firm vow in the enchanting spell of beauty.
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अगर आसूदगी है मुद्दआ'-ए-रंज-ए-बेताबी
नियाज़-ए-गर्दिश-ए-पैमाना-ए-मै रोज़गार अपना
If contentment is the goal of restless sorrow's plight,Our life is but the craving for the wine-cup's turning light.
If contentment is the aim of restless sorrow, then our life is merely the craving for the circulation of the wine-cup.
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