Ghazal
ग़म्ज़ा नहीं होता कि इशारा नहीं होता
This ghazal highlights the playful glances and coquetry of the beloved, portraying the profound emotions stirred when their eyes meet. It also emphasizes that true beauty requires meaningful essence rather than mere superficial appearance to genuinely captivate the heart.
Source: rekhta · HI
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ग़म्ज़ा नहीं होता कि इशारा नहीं होता
आँख उन से जो मिलती है तो क्या क्या नहीं होता
No coquettish glance or subtle sign is left unshown; when eyes meet with theirs, what wonders are not known!
There is no coquettish glance or hint that is spared; when eyes meet with theirs, what all does not happen!
2
जल्वा न हो मा'नी का तो सूरत का असर क्या
बुलबुल गुल-ए-तस्वीर का शैदा नहीं होता
Without the glow of inner truth, what spell can outward form impart? A painted rose can never win the nightingale's impassioned heart.
If there is no presence of inner meaning or essence, mere outward appearance has no impact, just as a nightingale does not fall in love with a painted flower.
3
अल्लाह बचाए मरज़-ए-इश्क़ से दिल को
सुनते हैं कि ये आरिज़ा अच्छा नहीं होता
May God protect the heart from the malady of love; they say this affliction never ends well.
May God protect the heart from the disease of love, as people say this affliction is never a good thing.
4
तश्बीह तिरे चेहरे को क्या दूँ गुल-ए-तर से
होता है शगुफ़्ता मगर इतना नहीं होता
How could I liken your face to a fresh-bloomed rose? It does blossom, surely, but never quite like this.
How can I compare your face to a fresh rose? A rose does bloom, but surely not as much as your face.
5
मैं नज़्अ' में हूँ आएँ तो एहसान है उन का
लेकिन ये समझ लें कि तमाशा नहीं होता
In death's last throes I lie—their coming would be grace indeed; yet let them understand: this dying breath is not a spectacle to see.
I am in the final throes of death, and it would be their favor if they visit. However, they must understand that someone's dying moments are not a spectacle.
6
हम आह भी करते हैं तो हो जाते हैं बदनाम
वो क़त्ल भी करते हैं तो चर्चा नहीं होता
If we so much as breathe a sigh, infamy becomes our share; yet even when they commit murder, no whisper stirs the air.
If we so much as utter a sigh, we become infamous, but even if they commit murder, nobody speaks of it.
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