Ghazal
रहा गर कोई ता-क़यामत सलामत
This ghazal philosophically reflects on the inevitability of death and the transient nature of existence, asserting that even survival until the Day of Judgment cannot avert eventual mortality. Alongside this existential contemplation, it vividly portrays the enduring torment and sacrificial nature of profound love.
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रहा गर कोई ता-क़यामत सलामत
फिर इक रोज़ मरना है हज़रत-सलामत
Even if one stays safe and sound until the Day of Doom, / Still, one day, my good sir, one must surrender to the tomb.
Even if someone manages to stay safe and alive until the Day of Judgment, still, my dear sir, they must die one day.
2
जिगर को मिरे इश्क़-ए-खूँ-नाबा-मशरब
लिखे है ख़ुदावंद-ए-नेमत सलामत
To my liver does blood-quaffing Love address this petition: 'May my lord, the bestower of bounties, long remain safe!'
Blood-drinking love addresses a petition to my liver, praying for the safety of its benefactor and provider of bounties, since it feeds on its blood.
3
अलर्रग़्म-ए-दुश्मन शहीद-ए-वफ़ा हूँ
मुबारक मुबारक सलामत सलामत
In defiance of the rival, a martyr to fidelity am I; Felicitations, congratulations! Long live this blessed destiny!
In defiance of the enemy, I have become a martyr in the path of fidelity; congratulations to me and may this blessed state endure forever.
4
नहीं गर सर-ओ-बर्ग-ए-इदराक-ए-मानी
तमाशा-ए-नैरंग-ए-सूरत सलामत
If the means to grasp the inner depths of meaning fail, long live the kaleidoscopic spectacle of form's shifting veil.
If one lacks the means or capacity to comprehend the true inner meaning, then long live the colorful spectacle of external appearances.
5
दो-आलम की हस्ती पे ख़त्त-ए-फ़ना खींच
दिल-ओ-दस्त-ए-अरबाब-ए-हिम्मत सलामत
Draw the line of oblivion across the existence of both worlds; long live the heart and hand of the masters of courage!
Draw the line of erasure across the existence of both worlds; may the heart and hands of the courageous and generous remain safe and sound.
6
नहीं गर ब-काम-ए-दिल-ए-ख़स्ता गर्दूं
जिगर-ख़ाई-ए-जोश-ए-हसरत सलामत
If fate turns not to grant my wounded heart's desire, so be it—long live the soul-gnawing torment of unfulfilled yearning!
If fate does not turn in favor of my wounded heart's desire, so be it; long live the liver-gnawing agony born of overwhelming longing.
7
न औरों की सुनता न कहता हूँ अपनी
सर-ए-ख़स्ता दुश्वार-ए-वहशत सलामत
I heed no words of others, nor speak of my own grief; long live this weary head, bearing madness past relief.
I neither listen to others nor do I speak of my own condition; long live my weary, wounded head and this difficult madness.
8
वफ़ूर-ए-बला है हुजूम-ए-वफ़ा है
सलामत मलामत मलामत सलामत
An abundance of affliction, a multitude of fidelity; Long live the reproach, safe be the reproach!
There is an abundance of suffering and a multitude of faithfulness; may the world's reproach and blame remain ever safe and thriving.
9
न फ़िक्र-ए-सलामत न बीम-ए-मलामत
ज़े-ख़ुद-रफ़्तगी-हा-ए-हैरत सलामत
No care for safety, no dread of reproach; long live the ecstatic self-abandonment born of wonder!
There is neither any worry about safety nor any fear of reproach; long live this state of self-forgetfulness born of wonder.
10
रहे 'ग़ालिब'-ए-ख़स्ता मग़्लूब-ए-गर्दूं
ये क्या बे-नियाज़ी है हज़रत-सलामत
Must the wretched Ghalib remain forever crushed beneath the skies of fate? What cold indifference is this, O Lord, long may Your glory reign!
Must the wretched and broken Ghalib forever remain defeated by the turning skies of fate? O Lord, what kind of indifference is this?
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