Ghazal
चमन में गुल ने जो कल दावा-ए-जमाल किया
The ghazal speaks about a flower (gul) that claimed its beauty (jamal). Because of this beauty, the beloved (yaar) colored it deeply, and the sky (falak) created the poet in its grace. Finally, the poet states that his eyes no longer open from sleep, referencing the beloved's thoughts while asleep.
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चमन में गुल ने जो कल दावा-ए-जमाल किया
जमाल-ए-यार ने मुँह उस का ख़ूब लाल किया
The rose, in the garden, once claimed beauty's right,
But the beloved's grace left its face a vivid blight.
The rose, which once claimed beauty in the garden, had its face greatly reddened by the beloved's beauty.
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फ़लक ने आह तिरी रह में हम को पैदा कर
ब-रंग-ए-सब्ज़-ए-नूरस्ता पाएमाल किया
The sky gave birth to me in your presence, and adorned me with the colorful hue of divine light.
The sky gave birth to me in your presence and adorned me with the colorful hue of divine light.
3
रही थी दम की कशाकश गले में कुछ बाक़ी
सो उस की तेग़ ने झगड़ा ही इंफ़िसाल किया
In my throat, there remained the breath of life, but the sharpness of her sword caused the separation.
Although the breath of life remained in my throat, her sword's sharpness was what caused the separation.
4
मिरी अब आँखें नहीं खुलतीं ज़ोफ़ से हमदम
न कह कि नींद में है तू ये क्या ख़याल किया
My eyes no longer open from the intoxication of you, my beloved; do not say that you are merely in a dream—what notions have you formed?
My eyes no longer open from the intoxication of you, my beloved; do not say that you are merely in a dream—what notions have you formed? (Literal meaning: The speaker's eyes are so intoxicated by the beloved that they cannot open, and the beloved is cautioned against suggesting that the experience is merely a dream, questioning the beloved's imagination.)
5
बहार-ए-रफ़्ता फिर आई तिरे तमाशे को
चमन को युम्न-ए-क़दम ने तिरे निहाल किया
The spring of the beloved's departure returned for your spectacle;
With the stream of your footsteps, the garden was made joyful.
The season of the beloved's departure returned for your spectacle; with the stream of your footsteps, the garden was made joyful.
6
जवाब-नामा सियाही का अपनी है वो ज़ुल्फ़
किसू ने हश्र को हम से अगर सवाल किया
The curtain of blackness, the tresses are hers alone,
If the world itself should question us, what will be known?
The tresses (curtain of blackness) belong to her alone, the response-letter of the ink; if the entire world questions us on the Day of Judgment, what will be revealed.
7
लगा न दिल को कहीं क्या सुना नहीं तू ने
जो कुछ कि 'मीर' का इस आशिक़ी ने हाल किया
You have not told my heart anything, O you, / What the love of 'Mir' has expressed in its state.
You have not told my heart anything, O you, / What the love of 'Mir' has expressed in its state.
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