Ghazal
अनोखी वज़्अ है सारे ज़माने से निराले हैं
This ghazal describes a love and pain that is unique and extraordinary, far from the ordinary. The poet views pain itself as a sweet pleasure, even when seeking a cure for the pain. The speaker is willing to sacrifice his hopes and even his lifeblood to nurture the garden of his love, despite the sorrowful silence of the stars at night.
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अनोखी वज़्अ है सारे ज़माने से निराले हैं
ये आशिक़ कौन सी बस्ती के या-रब रहने वाले हैं
A unique grace, unlike any era before,
Whose dwelling place, O Beloved, do you call your own?
They possess a unique grace, unlike any era before. O God, in which dwelling place do these lovers reside?
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इलाज-ए-दर्द में भी दर्द की लज़्ज़त पे मरता हूँ
जो थे छालों में काँटे नोक-ए-सोज़न से निकाले हैं
Even in the cure for pain, I die for the sweetness of pain;
Those who were thorns in the bark, I pulled out with the tip of a needle.
Even in the cure for pain, I die for the sweetness of pain; those thorns that were in the bark, I pulled out with the tip of a needle.
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फला-फूला रहे या-रब चमन मेरी उमीदों का
जिगर का ख़ून दे दे कर ये बूटे मैं ने पाले हैं
May the Lord keep blossoming the garden of my hopes,
I have nurtured these saplings, so let me give my heart's blood.
Oh Lord, may the garden of my hopes keep blossoming; I have nurtured these saplings, so I am ready to give my heart's blood.
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रुलाती है मुझे रातों को ख़ामोशी सितारों की
निराला इश्क़ है मेरा निराले मेरे नाले हैं
The silence of the stars makes me cry at night,
My love is unique, and my sorrows are unique.
The silence of the stars makes me cry at night; my love is unique, and my sorrows are unique.
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न पूछो मुझ से लज़्ज़त ख़ानमाँ-बर्बाद रहने की
नशेमन सैकड़ों मैं ने बना कर फूँक डाले हैं
Do not ask me about the intoxication of living in luxury, / For I have blown out the lamps of hundreds of such pleasures.
Do not ask me about the intoxication of being wasted in pleasures, for I have blown out the lamps of hundreds of such pleasures.
6
नहीं बेगानगी अच्छी रफ़ीक़-ए-राह-ए-मंज़िल से
ठहर जा ऐ शरर हम भी तो आख़िर मिटने वाले हैं
Oh, don't be lonely with a companion on the path to the destination, oh spark; we too are destined to perish.
Oh spark, don't be lonely with a companion on the path to the destination; we too are destined to perish.
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उमीद-ए-हूर ने सब कुछ सिखा रक्खा है वाइ'ज़ को
ये हज़रत देखने में सीधे-साधे भोले भाले हैं
The hope of the nymph has taught everything to the poet, / These saints appear simple and innocent to behold.
The hope of the nymph has taught everything to the poet; these saints appear very simple and innocent to behold.
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मिरे अशआ'र ऐ 'इक़बाल' क्यूँ प्यारे न हों मुझ को
मिरे टूटे हुए दिल के ये दर्द-अंगेज़ नाले हैं
My poems, O Iqbal, why aren't they dear to me? / These streams of pain from my broken heart are too much.
My poems, O Iqbal, why are they not dear to me? / These streams of pain are from my broken heart.
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