Ghazal
जुनूँ की दस्त-गीरी किस से हो गर हो न उर्यानी
This ghazal delves into the overwhelming nature of passion and sorrow, suggesting that madness finds its true expression in utter vulnerability. It portrays an incessant restlessness of the heart and a profound longing for lost joys, holding fate accountable for past grievances as if stolen goods were a debt owed.
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जुनूँ की दस्त-गीरी किस से हो गर हो न उर्यानी
गरेबाँ-चाक का हक़ हो गया है मेरी गर्दन पर
How can madness find support, if not through its own nakedness? The right of a torn collar has fallen upon my neck.
How can madness find support if not through its own nakedness or uninhibited display? The right to tear one's collar, a sign of extreme distress, has now become an obligation upon my neck.
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बा-रंग-ए-कागज़-ए-आतिश-ज़दा नैरंग-ए-बेताबी
हज़ार आईना दिल बाँधे है बाल-ए-यक-तपीदन पर
Like paper set ablaze, such is the magic of unrest,A thousand mirrored hearts, by a single throb possessed,Are bound to its wing, with every tremor expressed.
The magic of restlessness is like a burning piece of paper, to whose single tremor a thousand mirrored hearts are bound.
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फ़लक से हम को ऐश-ए-रफ़्ता का क्या क्या तक़ाज़ा है
मता-ए-बुर्दा को समझे हुए हैं क़र्ज़ रहज़न पर
From fate, for pleasures lost, what insistent claims we lay!As if stolen bounty were a debt the brigand must repay.
We persistently demand our lost pleasures back from fate, treating them as if the stolen bounty is a debt that the brigand must repay.
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हम और वो बे-सबब रंज-आशना दुश्मन कि रखता है
शुआ-ए-मेहर से तोहमत निगह की चश्म-ए-रौज़न पर
We and that foe, causelessly steeped in sorrow, who imputes
To the window's eye, by the sunbeam's light, the fault of a gaze.
We and that enemy, causelessly steeped in sorrow, accuse the window's eye of casting a gaze, using a sunbeam as the basis for this imputation.
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फ़ना को सौंप गर मुश्ताक़ है अपनी हक़ीक़त का
फ़रोग़-ए-ताला-ए-ख़ाशाक है मौक़ूफ़ गुलख़न पर
If you long to grasp your own true reality,Then to annihilation, yourself surrender.The effulgent fortune of mere dust, you see,On the blazing furnace must depend.
If you yearn to know your true reality, surrender yourself to annihilation. For the brilliance and fortune of mere dust are dependent on the furnace.
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'असद' बिस्मिल है किस अंदाज़ का क़ातिल से कहता है
कि मश्क़-ए-नाज़ कर ख़ून-ए-दो-आलम मेरी गर्दन पर
Asad, in what astonishing manner does the sacrificed tell the killer:"Practice your graceful cruelty; the blood of both worlds, be it on my neck!"
Asad questions the astonishing manner in which the one about to be sacrificed tells the killer: "Practice your graceful cruelty; let the blood of both worlds be on my neck."
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फ़ुसून-ए-यक-दिली है लज़्ज़त-ए-बेदाद दुश्मन पर
कि वज्द-ए-बर्क़ जूँ परवाना बाल-अफ़्शाँ है ख़िर्मन पर
The charm of constancy is tyranny's delight for the foe,For lightning's ecstasy, like a moth, its wings on the harvest does strew.
The magic of unity is the delight of tyranny for the enemy, as the ecstasy of lightning, like a moth, scatters its wings over the harvest.
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तकल्लुफ़ ख़ार-ख़ार-ए-इल्तिमास-ए-बे-क़ारारी है
कि रिश्ता बाँधता है पैरहन अंगुश्त-ए-सोज़न पर
Formality is the piercing thorn of restlessness's plea, for a garment binds the thread to the needle's eye, you see.
Formality itself is a piercing thorn of a restless plea. This is because, much like a garment binds and guides the thread through the needle's eye, the restless plea imposes this formality.
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ये क्या वहशत है ऐ दीवाने पेश-अज़-मर्ग वावैला
रक्खी बे-जा बिना-ए-ख़ाना-ए-ज़ंजीर-ए-शेवन पर
What madness is this, O madman, this wailing before death? You have wrongly laid the foundation for the house of lamentation's chains.
What madness is this, O madman, to wail before death? You have wrongly laid the foundation for the house of chains of lamentation.
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