Ghazal
गुज़रा बना-ए-चर्ख़ से नाला पगाह का
This ghazal describes the pain of wandering through the cycle of life and the agony of love. The speaker is traversing a path marked by the pain of his heart's yearning and the intensity of his gaze. It is a depiction of the anguish of separation in love and the profound loneliness of a heartbroken lover.
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गुज़रा बना-ए-चर्ख़ से नाला पगाह का
ख़ाना-ख़राब हो जियो इस दिल की चाह का
From the spinning wheel's passing, the stream of sorrow flows,
May the house of this heart's desire fall to ruin and decay.
From the passing of the spinning wheel, the stream of sorrow flows; may the house of this heart's desire fall to ruin.
2
आँखों में जी मिरा है उधर देखता नहीं
मरता हूँ में तो हाए रे सर्फ़ा निगाह का
A tremor is in my eyes, I cannot look that way,
Oh, I am dying from the mere gaze of your glance.
There is a tremor in my eyes; I cannot look in that direction. I am dying merely from the intensity of your gaze.
3
सद ख़ानुमाँ-ख़राब हैं हर हर क़दम पे दफ़न
कुश्ता हूँ यार मैं तो तिरे घर की राह का
In every step, the grave seems to lie in wait,
I am a corpse, but I walk the path to your gate.
In every step, the grave seems to be buried, but I am a corpse walking the path to your home.
4
यक क़तरा ख़ून हो के पलक से टपक पड़ा
क़िस्सा ये कुछ हुआ दिल-ए-ग़ुफ़राँ-पनाह का
A single drop of blood, falling from the eyelid,
This is the tale of the heart that finds forgiveness.
A single drop of blood, falling from the eyelid, tells the story of a heart that finds forgiveness.
5
तलवार मारना तो तुम्हें खेल है वले
जाता रहे न जान किसू बे-गुनाह का
To strike with the sword is a mere game to you, O friend,
But the life of an innocent soul cannot just depart.
The couplet states that striking with a sword might be a game to you, but the life of an innocent person cannot simply be taken away.
6
बद-नाम-ओ-ख़ार-ओ-ज़ार-ओ-नज़ार-ओ-शिकस्ता-हाल
अहवाल कुछ न पूछिए उस रू-सियाह का
Do not ask about the condition of that face, stained with disgrace, sorrow, and tears, and scarred with brokenness.
Do not ask about the condition of that face, stained with disgrace, sorrow, tears, and scarred with brokenness.
7
ज़ालिम ज़मीं से लौटता दामन उठा के चल
होगा कमीं में हाथ किसू दाद-ख़्वाह का
From the cruel earth, I leave, carrying my empty hands,
In the depths of sorrow, whose love will guide my path?
I am leaving this cruel earth, carrying my empty hands, and in this deep sorrow, whose love will guide my path?
8
ऐ ताज-ए-शह न सर को फ़रव लाऊँ तेरे पास
है मो'तक़िद फ़क़ीर नमद की कुलाह का
Oh, I will not bring the crown of the king to your head,
I have the turban of Namad, the devoted fakir.
Oh, I will not bring the king's crown to your head; I have the turban of Namad, the devoted fakir.
9
हर लख़्त-ए-दिल में सैद के पैकान भी गए
देखा मैं शोख़ ठाठ तिरी सैद-ए-गाह का
In every fold of the heart, I saw the presence of Sa'd,
When I viewed the charming splendor of your Sa'd-gah.
In every fold of the heart, I perceived the presence of Sa'd, upon seeing the charming splendor of your Sa'd-gah.
10
बीमार तू न होवे जिए जब तलक कि 'मीर'
सोने न देगा शोर तिरी आह आह का
Oh, 'Mir', you will not live until you are ill,
For the sound of your sighs will not let me sleep.
Oh, 'Mir', you will not live until you are ill, for the sound of your sighs will not let me sleep.
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