Ghazal
मिलती है ख़ू-ए-यार से नार इल्तिहाब में
This ghazal explores the paradoxical nature of love, where the lover finds solace even in the agony inflicted by the beloved's temperament. It delves into the endless torment of separation, the sleepless nights spent waiting for a beloved who only appears in dreams, and the bittersweet resignation to the beloved's predictable responses. The poet expresses a profound and enduring devotion despite the constant suffering.
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मिलती है ख़ू-ए-यार से नार इल्तिहाब में
काफ़िर हूँ गर न मिलती हो राहत अज़ाब में
The fire, in its blaze, draws its nature from the beloved's temperament;I'd be an infidel if comfort weren't found even in torment.
The fire, in its blazing intensity, derives its nature from the beloved's temperament. I would be an infidel if I did not find solace even in torment.
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कब से हूँ क्या बताऊँ जहान-ए-ख़राब में
शब-हा-ए-हिज्र को भी रखूँ गर हिसाब में
How long I've been in this ruined world, what can I say?If nights of separation, too, I were to reckon and weigh.
It's hard to convey how long I've been in this ruined world, especially if I were to also account for the nights of separation.
3
ता फिर न इंतिज़ार में नींद आए उम्र भर
आने का अहद कर गए आए जो ख़्वाब में
So that I may never sleep again, consumed by endless wait,They promised to return, when they appeared in my dream's gate.
Those who appeared in my dream promised to return, with the result that I may never again sleep throughout my life, consumed by their anticipation.
4
क़ासिद के आते आते ख़त इक और लिख रखूँ
मैं जानता हूँ जो वो लिखेंगे जवाब में
Before the messenger returns, I'll write another letter,For I already know what they'll write in reply.
I will write another letter before the messenger even returns, because I already know what they will write in reply.
5
मुझ तक कब उन की बज़्म में आता था दौर-ए-जाम
साक़ी ने कुछ मिला न दिया हो शराब में
When did the round of wine ever reach me in their assembly?Has the cup-bearer perhaps mixed something in the wine?
When did the wine glass ever reach me in their gathering? I wonder if the cup-bearer has perhaps mixed something into the wine.
6
जो मुनकिर-ए-वफ़ा हो फ़रेब उस पे क्या चले
क्यूँ बद-गुमाँ हूँ दोस्त से दुश्मन के बाब में
What deceit can work on one who denies all loyalty?Why should I be suspicious of my friend regarding the enemy?
What deceit can work on someone who denies loyalty? Why should I be suspicious of my friend concerning the enemy?
7
मैं मुज़्तरिब हूँ वस्ल में ख़ौफ़-ए-रक़ीब से
डाला है तुम को वहम ने किस पेच-ओ-ताब में
I am restless even in our union, fearing the rival's gaze;Into what anguish has mere suspicion cast your days?
I am restless even during our union, due to the fear of the rival. Into what great distress has mere suspicion cast you?
8
मैं और हज़्ज़-ए-वस्ल ख़ुदा-साज़ बात है
जाँ नज़्र देनी भूल गया इज़्तिराब में
I, and the joy of union—a matter divinely wrought!
In my intense agitation, my life's offering I forgot.
The poet considers the joy of union a divinely orchestrated miracle. In their intense excitement, they forgot to offer their life as a sacrifice.
9
है तेवरी चढ़ी हुई अंदर नक़ाब के
है इक शिकन पड़ी हुई तरफ़-ए-नक़ाब में
Her brow is furrowed, 'neath the covering veil,A wrinkle lies across the veil's soft trail.
Her brow is furrowed beneath the veil. A wrinkle has appeared on the side of the veil.
10
लाखों लगाओ एक चुराना निगाह का
लाखों बनाव एक बिगड़ना इ'ताब में
A million affections are matched by one stolen glance; a million adornments, by one frown of displeasure.
One stolen glance (from the beloved) outweighs millions of affections; similarly, one frown of displeasure can spoil millions of adornments.
11
वो नाला दिल में ख़स के बराबर जगह न पाए
जिस नाला से शिगाफ़ पड़े आफ़्ताब में
That lament finds no space in the heart, not even a straw's measure,A lament that could split the very sun asunder.
That lament, powerful enough to split the very sun, finds no space in the heart, not even a straw's measure.
12
वो सेहर मुद्दआ-तलबी में न काम आए
जिस सेहर से सफ़ीना रवाँ हो सराब में
That magic proved useless in the pursuit of my desire,By which a ship can sail through the shimmering mirage.
Even the magic powerful enough to make a ship sail in a mirage could not help me achieve my objective.
13
'ग़ालिब' छुटी शराब पर अब भी कभी कभी
पीता हूँ रोज़-ए-अब्र ओ शब-ए-माहताब में
Ghalib has quit wine, but still, sometimes,
I drink on cloudy days and on moonlit nights.
Ghalib has given up wine, but even now, sometimes, I drink on cloudy days and during moonlit nights.
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