Ghazal
कोई हुआ न रू-कश टक मेरी चश्म-ए-तर से
This ghazal explores deep emotions of love and the pain of separation (virah). The poet suggests that his tears have never caused anyone to be upset, and advises his beloved not to harbor excessive expectations. It speaks to the transient nature of life and the need for freedom from the burden of memories.
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कोई हुआ न रू-कश टक मेरी चश्म-ए-तर से
क्या क्या न अब्र आ कर याँ ज़ोर ज़ोर बरसे
Did nothing happen from my tear-filled eyes,
Or did the clouds gather and rain heavily here?
Did anything happen from my tear-filled eyes, or did the clouds gather and rain heavily here?
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वहशत से मेरी यारो ख़ातिर न जम्अ' रखियो
फिर आवे या न आवे नौ पुर उठा जो घर से
For my friends, do not keep a gathering in fear; whether it comes or not, a new house will be built from the ashes.
For my friends, do not keep a gathering in fear; whether it comes or not, a new city will rise from the ashes.
3
अब जूँ सरिश्क उन से फिरने की चश्म मत रख
जो ख़ाक में मिले हैं गिर कर तिरी नज़र से
Do not keep the illusion of wandering after them,
Who have fallen to dust from the sight of your gaze.
Do not maintain the illusion of seeking them, who have fallen to dust from the sight of your gaze.
4
दीदार ख़्वाह उस के कम हों तो शोर कम हो
हर सुब्ह इक क़यामत उठती है उस के दर से
If the longing to see her lessens, the noise will diminish,
Every morning a catastrophe rises from her threshold.
If the desire to see her lessens, the noise will diminish; every morning, a catastrophe rises from her threshold.
5
दाग़ एक हो जिला भी ख़ूँ एक हो बहा भी
अब बहस क्या है दिल से क्या गुफ़्तुगू जिगर से
A stain is one, and the blood that flows is one;
Now what argument is there, what discourse from heart to liver?
A stain is one, and the flowing blood is one; now what argument is there, what discourse from the heart to the liver?
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दिल किस तरह न खींचें अशआ'र रेख़्ते के
बेहतर क्या है मैं ने उस ऐब को हुनर से
How can I not pull the poetry's threads of the heart? / What is better than the flaw I have crafted with skill?
How can I not pull the threads of poetry from the heart? What is better than the flaw I have crafted with skill?
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अंजाम-ए-कार बुलबुल देखा हम अपनी आँखों
आवारा थे चमन में दो चार टूटे पर से
We saw the outcome of our work, like the nightingale, with our own eyes; we were wanderers from a few broken spots in the garden.
We saw the outcome of our work, like the nightingale, with our own eyes; we were wanderers from a few broken spots in the garden.
8
बे-ताक़ती ने दिल की आख़िर को मार रखा
आफ़त हमारे जी की आई हमारे घर से
Weakness has killed the core of the heart,
Calamity has come to our life, to our home.
Weakness has killed the core of the heart, and calamity has come to our life, to our home.
9
दिलकश ये मंज़िल आख़िर देखा तो आह निकली
सब यार जा चुके थे आए जो हम सफ़र से
This captivating destination, finally seeing it, brought a sigh,
All the friends had left, the ones who came with me on this journey.
Seeing this captivating destination finally brought a sigh, as all the friends who had accompanied me on this journey had left.
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आवारा 'मीर' शायद वाँ ख़ाक हो गया है
यक गर्द उठ चले है गाह उस की रहगुज़र से
Perhaps the wanderer, 'Mir', has turned to dust,
When a cloud of dust rises from his path.
The wanderer suggests that the poet 'Mir' has perhaps turned to dust, when merely a cloud of dust rises from his path.
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