Ghazal
कभी शाख़ ओ सब्ज़ा ओ बर्ग पर कभी ग़ुंचा ओ गुल ओ ख़ार पर
This ghazal embodies fierce self-respect, resilience, and an unwavering claim to dignity amid adversity. The poet boldly asserts that despite life's trials and the threats of lightning destroying his humble nest, his rightful place in the joy of spring remains undeniable.
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कभी शाख़ ओ सब्ज़ा ओ बर्ग पर कभी ग़ुंचा ओ गुल ओ ख़ार पर
मैं चमन में चाहे जहाँ रहूँ मिरा हक़ है फ़स्ल-ए-बहार पर
Be it on the bough, the leaf, or blade, or upon the bud, the bloom, the thorn; Wherever in the garden I abide, mine is the rightful claim to spring.
Whether I am on the branch, greenery, and leaf, or on the bud, flower, and thorn; wherever I may reside in the garden, I have a rightful claim to the season of spring.
2
मुझे दें न ग़ैज़ में धमकियाँ गिरें लाख बार ये बिजलियाँ
मिरी सल्तनत ये ही आशियाँ मिरी मिलकियत ये ही चार पर
Threaten me not in wrath, though lightning strike a hundred thousand times; this humble nest is my only empire, these few wings my sole estate.
Do not threaten me in anger, even if lightning strikes a hundred thousand times. This nest alone is my empire, and these few wings are my sole possession.
3
जिन्हें कहिए इश्क़ की वुसअ'तें जो हैं ख़ास हुस्न की अज़्मतें
ये उसी के क़ल्ब से पूछिए जिसे फ़ख़्र हो ग़म-ए-यार पर
The boundless reaches known as love, the sacred glories beauty can impart—go ask of these from one who bears the beloved’s grief with pride at heart.
The true vastness of love and the heights of beauty's greatness can only be understood by asking the heart of someone who takes pride in bearing the sorrow given by the beloved.
4
मिरे अश्क-ए-ख़ूँ की बहार है कि मुरक़्क़ा-ए-ग़म-ए-यार है
मिरी शाइ'री भी निसार है मिरी चश्म-ए-सेहर-निगार पर
Is this the bloom of my tears of blood, or an album of grief for the beloved? Even my poetry is sacrificed before my magic-painting eye.
Is this the spring of my tears of blood or an album of sorrow for the beloved? Even my poetry is sacrificed before my magic-painting eye.
5
अजब इंक़िलाब-ए-ज़माना है मिरा मुख़्तसर सा फ़साना है
यही अब जो बार है दोश पर यही सर था ज़ानू-ए-यार पर
What a strange turn of fate time brings, how brief my tale appears: this head, now a heavy burden on my shoulders, once rested upon the beloved's lap.
Time has brought such a strange revolution, and my brief story is simply this: the very head that is now a burden upon my shoulders once rested gently on the beloved's lap.
6
ये कमाल-ए-इश्क़ की साज़िशें ये जमाल-ए-हुस्न की नाज़िशें
ये इनायतें ये नवाज़िशें मिरी एक मुश्त-ए-ग़ुबार पर
These conspiracies of love's perfection, these proud airs of beauty's grace; such boundless favours and bounties showered upon merely my handful of dust.
All these conspiracies of the perfection of love, the proud graces of beauty, and these countless favors and blessings are being showered upon merely my handful of dust (my humble existence).
7
मिरी सम्त से उसे ऐ सबा ये पयाम-ए-आख़िर-ए-ग़म सुना
अभी देखना हो तो देख जा कि ख़िज़ाँ है अपनी बहार पर
O morning breeze, convey from me this final message of despair: Come see me now, if see you must, for autumn blooms in full splendour here.
O morning breeze, deliver this final message of my grief to my beloved on my behalf: if you wish to see me, come see me now, for my autumn (decline) is at its peak.
8
ये फ़रेब-ए-जल्वा है सर-ब-सर मुझे डर ये है दिल-ए-बे-ख़बर
कहीं जम न जाए तिरी नज़र इन्हीं चंद नक़्श ओ निगार पर
All this is sheer deception of appearances; my fear, O heedless heart, is lest your gaze remain transfixed upon these few fleeting designs.
This is entirely an illusion of appearances; O heedless heart, my only fear is that your gaze might become fixed merely upon these few fleeting patterns.
9
मैं रहीन-ए-दर्द सही मगर मुझे और चाहिए क्या 'जिगर'
ग़म-ए-यार है मिरा शेफ़्ता मैं फ़रेफ़्ता ग़म-ए-यार पर
Bound to pain I may well be, yet what else could I desire, O Jigar? / The beloved's sorrow is enchanted by me, and I am enraptured by the beloved's sorrow.
Even if I am bound to pain, what else could I desire, O Jigar? The beloved's sorrow is enamored with me, and I am completely devoted to the beloved's sorrow.
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