Ghazal
बाज़ीचा-ए-अतफ़ाल है दुनिया मिरे आगे
This ghazal, famously by Ghalib, explores the transient nature of worldly desires and grandeur. The poet asserts that despite having countless desires, he views the entire world as a mere children's playground, where events unfold as an everyday spectacle. Even symbols of immense power like Solomon's throne and divine miracles like those of the Messiah are considered trivial games or simple matters from his detached perspective. It reflects a profound philosophical outlook on life's ephemeral pursuits.
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बाज़ीचा-ए-अतफ़ाल है दुनिया मिरे आगे
होता है शब-ओ-रोज़ तमाशा मिरे आगे
The world is a children's playground before me,A spectacle unfolds day and night before me.
This world is a children's playground before me, A spectacle unfolds, day and night, before my very eyes.
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इक खेल है औरंग-ए-सुलैमाँ मिरे नज़दीक
इक बात है एजाज़-ए-मसीहा मिरे आगे
Solomon's throne is but a game in my sight,Messiah's miracle, a mere word in my light.
To me, Solomon's throne is a game, and the Messiah's miracle is a simple matter before me.
3
जुज़ नाम नहीं सूरत-ए-आलम मुझे मंज़ूर
जुज़ वहम नहीं हस्ती-ए-अशिया मिरे आगे
The world's form, to me, is nothing but a name,The existence of things, before me, a mere illusion's claim.
To me, the form of the world is nothing but a name. Before me, the existence of things is nothing but an illusion.
4
होता है निहाँ गर्द में सहरा मिरे होते
घिसता है जबीं ख़ाक पे दरिया मिरे आगे
The desert gets hidden in dust, while I am present; The river rubs its forehead on the ground, before me.
The desert hides itself in dust while I am present; The river bows its forehead to the earth before me.
5
मत पूछ कि क्या हाल है मेरा तिरे पीछे
तू देख कि क्या रंग है तेरा मिरे आगे
Don't ask what my condition is, without you near,
Rather, see what colors you cast, when you appear.
Don't ask what my condition is in your absence. Instead, observe the impact or radiance you have when you are before me.
6
सच कहते हो ख़ुद-बीन ओ ख़ुद-आरा हूँ न क्यूँ हूँ
बैठा है बुत-ए-आइना-सीमा मिरे आगे
You speak truly, why shouldn't I be vain and self-admiring? A mirror-faced idol sits right here before my eyes.
You speak the truth, I am conceited and self-adoring, and why shouldn't I be? Because an idol with a face like a mirror is sitting before me.
7
फिर देखिए अंदाज़-ए-गुल-अफ़्शानी-ए-गुफ़्तार
रख दे कोई पैमाना-ए-सहबा मिरे आगे
Observe again the flower-scattering grace of my speech,Should someone place a goblet of wine before me.
Then observe the manner of my speech scattering flowers, if someone places a goblet of pure wine before me.
8
नफ़रत का गुमाँ गुज़रे है मैं रश्क से गुज़रा
क्यूँकर कहूँ लो नाम न उन का मिरे आगे
Suspicion of hate crosses, yet I pass by with such envy,How can I bid you, 'speak not their name before me'?
It feels like a suspicion of hatred, but I am overcome by envy. How can I tell you, please, do not mention their name before me.
9
ईमाँ मुझे रोके है जो खींचे है मुझे कुफ़्र
काबा मिरे पीछे है कलीसा मिरे आगे
Faith restrains me, while unbelief draws me with might,The Kaaba behind me, the church in my sight.
Faith holds me back, while disbelief pulls me forward. The Kaaba is behind me, and the church is in front of me.
10
आशिक़ हूँ प माशूक़-फ़रेबी है मिरा काम
मजनूँ को बुरा कहती है लैला मिरे आगे
I am a lover, but deceiving the beloved is my art,Laila herself speaks ill of Majnun, before my heart.
I am a lover, yet my work involves deceiving the beloved. Laila herself speaks ill of Majnun in my presence.
11
ख़ुश होते हैं पर वस्ल में यूँ मर नहीं जाते
आई शब-ए-हिज्राँ की तमन्ना मिरे आगे
They find joy, but don't thus perish in union's light,The longing for separation's night appeared before my sight.
People become happy, but they don't simply die in the bliss of union. Instead, the desire for the night of separation appeared before me.
12
है मौजज़न इक क़ुल्ज़ुम-ए-ख़ूँ काश यही हो
आता है अभी देखिए क्या क्या मिरे आगे
An ocean of blood now surges, would that this were all,
Let's see what else is coming, what else will befall.
A sea of blood is surging; I wish this were all. Let's see what else comes before me now.
13
गो हाथ को जुम्बिश नहीं आँखों में तो दम है
रहने दो अभी साग़र-ओ-मीना मिरे आगे
Though my hand has lost its motion, my eyes still hold their gleam,Let the wine-cup and the flask, before me, still remain.
Although my hand has no movement, there is still life in my eyes. Therefore, let the wine-cup and flask remain before me for now.
14
हम-पेशा ओ हम-मशरब ओ हमराज़ है मेरा
'ग़ालिब' को बुरा क्यूँ कहो अच्छा मिरे आगे
My comrade, my companion, my confidant he's been,Why speak ill of Ghalib, when I'm present, keen?
He is my peer, my companion, and my confidant. Why do you speak ill of Ghalib in front of me? Speak well of him instead.
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