Ghazal
शौक़ हर रंग रक़ीब-ए-सर-ओ-सामाँ निकला
This ghazal delves into the overwhelming and uncontrollable nature of intense desire, portraying it as an adversary to peace that, like Majnun's madness, cannot be hidden. It explores the immense, paradoxical pleasure found in the pain of love, which surpasses the heart's capacity to contain it. The verses paint a picture of profound internal turmoil and the lover's isolation, where even seemingly supportive relationships are superficial.
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शौक़ हर रंग रक़ीब-ए-सर-ओ-सामाँ निकला
क़ैस तस्वीर के पर्दे में भी उर्यां निकला
Desire, in every form, proved foe to all one's gain;Qais, even in the painted veil, appeared stripped bare and plain.
Desire, in every form, turned out to be an adversary to one's possessions and worldly stability. Even Qais, when merely depicted in a painting, appeared completely stripped bare, revealing his profound detachment.
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ज़ख़्म ने दाद न दी तंगी-ए-दिल की या रब
तीर भी सीना-ए-बिस्मिल से पर-अफ़्शाँ निकला
O Lord, the wound could not relieve my heart's great pain; Even the arrow from the martyr's breast, scattering feathers, flew again.
O Lord, the wound did not provide relief for the heart's distress. Even the arrow emerged from the sacrificed one's chest, scattering its feathers.
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बू-ए-गुल नाला-ए-दिल दूद-ए-चराग़-ए-महफ़िल
जो तिरी बज़्म से निकला सो परेशाँ निकला
The scent of the rose, the heart's cry, the smoke of the lamp of the gathering,
Whatever emerged from your assembly, emerged in disarray.
The scent of the rose, the heart's lament, and the smoke from the gathering's lamp—everything that emerged from your assembly came out scattered and in disarray. This implies that the beloved's overwhelming presence leaves everything restless and uncomposed.
4
दिल-ए-हसरत-ज़दा था माइदा-ए-लज़्ज़त-ए-दर्द
काम यारों का ब-क़दर-ए-लब-ओ-दंदाँ निकला
My longing heart was a feast for the pleasure of pain,But friends' involvement proved just lips and teeth, in vain.
My longing heart was a feast for the pleasure of pain, yet the friends' contribution turned out to be mere lip service, only involving their lips and teeth.
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थी नौ-आमूज़-ए-फ़ना हिम्मत-ए-दुश्वार-पसंद
सख़्त मुश्किल है कि ये काम भी आसाँ निकला
My spirit, fond of hardship, was but a novice at annihilation's art;How difficult it is to fathom that even this task proved easy in the end.
My spirit, which was fond of difficulty, was just learning the art of annihilation. It's incredibly hard to believe that even this task turned out to be easy.
6
दिल में फिर गिर्ये ने इक शोर उठाया 'ग़ालिब'
आह जो क़तरा न निकला था सो तूफ़ाँ निकला
Again, lament raised a storm in the heart, Ghalib,Alas, what seemed but a drop, turned out to be a tempest.
Ghalib, lamentation once again stirred a storm within the heart. Alas, what seemed to be a mere drop of sorrow ultimately became a raging tempest.
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कार-ख़ाने से जुनूँ के भी मैं उर्यां निकला
मेरी क़िस्मत का न एक-आध गरेबाँ निकला
From madness's own workshop, I emerged stark bare,Not a single collar for my fate to wear.
Even from the workshop of madness, I emerged naked. My destiny did not even yield a single collar or garment.
8
साग़र-ए-जल्वा-ए-सरशार है हर ज़र्रा-ए-ख़ाक
शौक़-ए-दीदार बला आइना-सामाँ निकला
Every particle of dust is a brimming cup of manifestation; how wondrously the longing for a glimpse became a mirror-maker!
Every particle of dust is a brimming cup of divine manifestation. The longing for a glimpse remarkably turned into a mirror-maker.
9
कुछ खटकता था मिरे सीने में लेकिन आख़िर
जिस को दिल कहते थे सो तीर का पैकाँ निकला
Something was pricking in my chest, but finally,
What they called 'heart' turned out to be the arrow's head.
Something was pricking in my chest, but in the end, what was called the heart turned out to be the sharp point of an arrow.
10
किस क़दर ख़ाक हुआ है दिल-ए-मजनूँ या रब
नक़्श-ए-हर-ज़र्रा सुवैदा-ए-बयाबाँ निकला
O Lord, how Majnun's heart has turned to dust!Each particle, the desert's dark core, revealed.
O Lord, how much Majnun's heart has turned to dust. The imprint of every particle revealed itself as the dark core of the desert.
11
शोर-ए-रुसवाई-ए-दिल देख कि यक-नाला-ए-शौक़
लाख पर्दे में छुपा पर वही उर्यां निकला
Behold the heart's scandalous clamor: a single cry of passion,Though hidden in a million veils, still emerged utterly bare.
Witness the scandalous clamor of the heart: a single cry of passion, despite being hidden behind countless veils, still emerged utterly bare.
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शोख़ी-ए-रंग-ए-हिना ख़ून-ए-वफ़ा से कब तक
आख़िर ऐ अहद-शिकन तू भी पशेमाँ निकला
How long will henna's playful hue be stained with loyal blood?At last, O promise-breaker, you too were found to be regretful.
How long can henna's playful hue be stained with the blood of loyalty? Ultimately, O promise-breaker, you too were found to be regretful.
13
जौहर-ईजाद-ए-ख़त-ए-सब्ज़ है ख़ुद-बीनी-ए-हुस्न
जो न देखा था सो आईने में पिन्हाँ निकला
Beauty's own self-regard invents the green down's essence,What was unseen, in the mirror as hidden did emerge.
Beauty's self-regard is the essence-inventor of the green down (new facial hair); what was not seen before, emerged as hidden in the mirror.
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मैं भी माज़ूर-ए-जुनूँ हूँ 'असद' ऐ ख़ाना-ख़राब
पेशवा लेने मुझे घर से बयाबाँ निकला
O Asad, I too am afflicted by madness, O wretched soul,The wilderness itself emerged from my house to lead me away.
O Asad, I too am afflicted by madness, O ruined soul. The wilderness itself emerged from my house to lead me away.
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