Ghazal
भला होगा कुछ इक अहवाल उस से या बुरा होगा
This ghazal contemplates the uncertainty of life and the consequences of a person's actions. The poet questions what will happen because of that person, whether the outcome is good or bad. It reflects the fragility of the heart's pain and the instability of life in various situations.
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भला होगा कुछ इक अहवाल उस से या बुरा होगा
मआल अपना तिरे ग़म में ख़ुदा जाने कि क्या होगा
Whether something good will happen because of you, or something bad,
God knows what will happen with my own fate in your sorrow.
Whether something good or bad will happen because of you, God knows what will happen to my own fate.
2
तफ़ह्हुस फ़ाएदा नासेह तदारुक तुझ से क्या होगा
वही पावेगा मेरा दर्द-ए-दिल जिस का लगा होगा
Tafahhus faayda, naaseh tadaaruk, kya hoga tujh se?
Wahi paavega mera dard-e-dil, jis ka laga hoga.
What benefit, what advice, what recovery can come from you? Only one who has experienced it will understand my heart's pain.
3
कसो को शौक़ यारब बेश उस से और क्या होगा
क़लम हाथ आ गई होगी तो सौ सौ ख़त लिखा होगा
What desire can a beloved possess, other than that for you?
If the pen were in hand, countless letters would be written.
What desire can a beloved possess, other than for you? If the pen were in hand, countless letters would be written.
4
दुकानें हुस्न की आगे तिरे तख़्ता हुई होंगी
जो तू बाज़ार में होगा तो यूसुफ़ कब बिका होगा
The shops of beauty must have been before you, your stand was sold; if you were in the marketplace, when would Joseph have been sold?
The shops of beauty must have been before you, and your stand was sold; if you were in the marketplace, when would Joseph have been sold?
5
मईशत हम फ़क़ीरों की सी इख़वान-ए-द-ज़माँ से कर
कोई गाली भी दे तो कह भला भाई भला होगा
If we, poor folks, should receive any insult from the brethren of this age,
Say that it will be good, my brother, it will be good.
If we, like poor mendicants, receive any insult from the brethren of this age, just say that it will be good, my brother, it will be good.
6
ख़याल उस बेवफ़ा का हम-नशीं इतना नहीं अच्छा
गुमाँ रखते थे हम भी ये कि हम से आश्ना होगा
The memory of that faithless one is not so delightful,
We also thought that they would be friendly to us.
The memory of that faithless person is not so pleasant, but we also thought that they would be close to us.
7
क़यामत कर के अब ता'बीर जिस को करती है ख़िल्क़त
वो उस कूचे में इक आशोब सा शायद हुआ होगा
The creation that can interpret the Day of Judgment,
Perhaps in that alleyway, a ditch must have formed.
The poet who can interpret the Day of Judgment, perhaps in that alleyway, a ditch must have formed.
8
अजब क्या है हलाक इश्क़ में फ़र्हाद-ओ-मजनूँ के
मोहब्बत रोग है कोई कि कम उस से जिया होगा
Strange is the love of Farhad and Majnun, a disease of passion, for without it, life would have been incomplete.
Strange is the love of Farhad and Majnun; it is a disease of passion, for without it, life would be incomplete.
9
न हो क्यूँ ग़ैरत-ए-गुल-ज़ार वो कूचा ख़ुदा जाने
लहू इस ख़ाक पर किन किन अज़ीज़ों का गिरा होगा
Oh, the path of the flower garden, which God knows, why is it not a source of honor?
On this dust, the blood of how many dear ones must have fallen.
Oh, the path of the flower garden, which God knows, why is it not a source of honor? On this dust, the blood of how many dear ones must have fallen.
10
बहुत हम-साए इस गुलशन के ज़ंजीरी रहा हूँ मैं
कभू तुम ने भी मेरा शोर नालों का सुना होगा
I have been a caged bird in this garden, much like you; perhaps you too have heard my cry from the streams.
I have been like a caged bird in this garden, just like you; perhaps you too have heard my noise from the streams.
11
नहीं जुज़ अर्श जागा राह में लेने को दम उस के
क़फ़स से तन के मुर्ग़-ए-रूह मेरा जब रहा होगा
Neither the throne awoke on the path to take the breath from him,
When my soul's caged bird was still within its cage.
Neither the throne awoke on the path to take his breath, when my soul's bird was still within its cage.
12
कहीं हैं 'मीर' को मारा गया शब उस के कूचे में
कहीं वहशत में शायद बैठे बैठे उठ गया होगा
Somewhere, 'Mir' was killed in the streets of that city,
Or perhaps, in a fit of madness, he simply rose up.
Somewhere, 'Mir' was killed in the streets of that city; or perhaps, in a fit of madness, he simply rose up.
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