Ghazal
मज़े जहान के अपनी नज़र में ख़ाक नहीं
This ghazal portrays a profound sense of disillusionment and weariness, where worldly pleasures are deemed worthless, leaving only deep suffering. The speaker feels utterly powerless, like dust awaiting the wind, with no strength left to act or even evoke pity. It reflects an existential emptiness and the futility of one's own ineffective sighs.
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मज़े जहान के अपनी नज़र में ख़ाक नहीं
सिवाए ख़ून-ए-जिगर सो जिगर में ख़ाक नहीं
The world's pleasures are dust in my eyes; Except for the blood of the liver, there is nothing in my liver either.
The world's pleasures are nothing but dust in my eyes. Besides the blood of my liver (referring to suffering), there is nothing left in my liver (my core being).
2
मगर ग़ुबार हुए पर हवा उड़ा ले जाए
वगरना ताब ओ तवाँ बाल-ओ-पर में ख़ाक नहीं
But should I turn to dust, the wind might carry me afar,Else, in my wings, no strength, no power there are.
If I become dust, the wind might carry me away. Otherwise, there is absolutely no strength or power in my wings.
3
ये किस बहिश्त-शमाइल की आमद आमद है
कि ग़ैर-ए-जल्वा-ए-गुल रहगुज़र में ख़ाक नहीं
Whose arrival is this, of such a heavenly grace,That on the path, save for flowers' gleam, no dust finds its place?
Whose arrival is this, of someone with heavenly grace, that on the path, there is no dust but only the gleam of flowers?
4
भला उसे न सही कुछ मुझी को रहम आता
असर मिरे नफ़स-ए-बे-असर में ख़ाक नहीं
Well, if he feels no pity, at least I should have some, But in my breath, so ineffectual, no trace of effect has come.
Well, if he feels no pity, at least I should feel some myself. But there is absolutely no effect in my ineffectual breath or plea.
5
ख़याल-ए-जल्वा-ए-गुल से ख़राब हैं मय-कश
शराब-ख़ाने के दीवार-ओ-दर में ख़ाक नहीं
By the thought of the rose's glory, wine-lovers are undone,No dust on the tavern's walls and doors, as if no one has come.
Wine-lovers are so engrossed in the thought of the rose's beauty that they have stopped visiting the tavern, leaving its walls and doors free of dust.
6
हुआ हूँ इश्क़ की ग़ारत-गरी से शर्मिंदा
सिवाए हसरत-ए-तामीर घर में ख़ाक नहीं
Ashamed am I of love's destructive deed, My home holds naught save longing to rebuild indeed.
I am ashamed of the destruction caused by love. In my house, there is nothing left except the longing to rebuild.
7
हमारे शेर हैं अब सिर्फ़ दिल-लगी के 'असद'
खुला कि फ़ाएदा अर्ज़-ए-हुनर में ख़ाक नहीं
Our verses now, Asad, are just for pastime's cheer,It's clear, no gain from showing art, naught is there.
Our verses, Asad, are now merely for amusement. It has become clear that displaying one's art yields no benefit.
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