Ghazal
धमकी में मर गया जो न बाब-ए-नबर्द था
This ghazal explores the demanding nature of love, portraying it as a continuous struggle that seeks genuine courage rather than those who succumb to threats. The poet conveys a pervasive sense of vulnerability and the profound emotional suffering that has turned the inner landscape into a river of blood, where past beauty feels like mere dust. It reflects on the fragmented pursuit of understanding fidelity and the persistent shadow of mortality throughout life.
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धमकी में मर गया जो न बाब-ए-नबर्द था
इश्क़-ए-नबर्द-पेशा तलबगार-ए-मर्द था
He who was no fighter, perished at a mere threat's sound,For Love, whose calling is combat, sought where brave men are found.
He who was not a fighter died at a mere threat. Love, whose profession is battle, sought brave men.
2
था ज़िंदगी में मर्ग का खटका लगा हुआ
उड़ने से पेश-तर भी मिरा रंग ज़र्द था
Throughout my life, the dread of death remained;Even before I could fly, my colour was already drained.
Throughout life, the fear of death remained. Even before I could fly, my color was already pale.
3
तालीफ़ नुस्ख़ा-हा-ए-वफ़ा कर रहा था मैं
मजमुआ-ए-ख़याल अभी फ़र्द फ़र्द था
I was compiling the recipes of true love's art,My collection of thoughts was still but separate parts.
I was compiling the methods/prescriptions of faithfulness. My collection of thoughts was still in individual, separate parts.
4
दिल ता जिगर कि साहिल-ए-दरिया-ए-ख़ूँ है अब
इस रहगुज़र में जल्वा-ए-गुल आगे गर्द था
From heart to liver, now it's a blood-river's shore, On this path, the flower's glow was dust before.
From the heart to the liver, it is now the shore of a river of blood. On this path, the splendor of the flower was dust before.
5
जाती है कोई कश्मकश अंदोह-ए-इश्क़ की
दिल भी अगर गया तो वही दिल का दर्द था
Will love's sorrowful turmoil ever cease?If the heart too was lost, that was its very pain.
Will the turmoil of love's sorrow ever cease? If the heart was also lost, that was precisely the pain of the heart.
6
अहबाब चारासाज़ी-ए-वहशत न कर सके
ज़िंदाँ में भी ख़याल बयाबाँ-नवर्द था
My friends could not heal my wild despair,For even in prison, my thoughts roamed the desert air.
My friends could not cure my wild despair, because even in prison, my thoughts were still wandering in the desert.
7
ये लाश-ए-बे-कफ़न 'असद'-ए-ख़स्ता-जाँ की है
हक़ मग़्फ़िरत करे अजब आज़ाद मर्द था
This shroudless corpse is Asad's, the soul-afflicted one,May God forgive him, what an incredibly free man he was.
This shroudless corpse belongs to Asad, the one with an afflicted soul. May God forgive him; he was an incredibly free man.
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