Ghazal
कहाँ वो अब लुत्फ़-ए-बाहमी है मोहब्बतों में बहुत कमी है
This ghazal laments the fading of mutual warmth and the pervasive bitterness that has strained relationships. Despite enduring loyalty and devotion, the poet expresses grief and bewilderment over the beloved's cold indifference and changed disposition.
Source: rekhta · HI
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कहाँ वो अब लुत्फ़-ए-बाहमी है मोहब्बतों में बहुत कमी है
चली है कैसी हवा इलाही कि हर तबीअत में बरहमी है
Where now is that mutual joy of old, when love has grown so scarce and slight? What strange wind blows, O God, that every soul is tossed in troubled plight?
Now, mutual affection and joy are no longer there, and love has decreased greatly. O God, what strange wind has blown that everyone's temperament is filled with irritation and unrest?
2
मिरी वफ़ा में है क्या तज़लज़ुल मिरी इताअ'त में क्या कमी है
ये क्यूँ निगाहें फिरी हैं मुझ से मिज़ाज में क्यूँ ये बरहमी है
Has my fidelity begun to waver, or does my submission fall short somehow? / Why have your eyes turned away from me, why this displeasure upon your brow?
Is there any wavering in my faithfulness or any lack in my obedience, that your eyes have turned away from me and there is such anger in your temperament?
3
वही है फ़ज़्ल-ए-ख़ुदा से अब तक तरक़्की-ए-कार-ए-हुस्न ओ उल्फ़त
न वो हैं मश्क़-ए-सितम में क़ासिर न ख़ून-ए-दिल की यहाँ कमी है
By the grace of God, the commerce of love and beauty still thrives as of old: she is never remiss in practicing cruelty, nor does my heart's blood ever run cold.
By God's grace, the affair of beauty and love continues to flourish as before; neither is the beloved remiss in inflicting cruelty, nor is there any shortage of heart's blood here.
4
अजीब जल्वे हैं होश दुश्मन कि वहम के भी क़दम रुके हैं
अजीब मंज़र हैं हैरत-अफ़्ज़ा नज़र जहाँ थी वहीं थमी है
Such strange displays confound all sense, even fancy's footsteps stall; such wondrous sights stir boundless awe, the gaze stays frozen where it fell.
The displays are so baffling that even imagination hesitates to step forward, and the sights are so astonishing that the gaze remains frozen wherever it fell.
5
न कोई तकरीम-ए-बाहमी है न प्यार बाक़ी है अब दिलों में
ये सिर्फ़ तहरीर में डियर सर है या जनाब-ए-मुकर्रमी है
No mutual reverence remains, no love endures within the heart; It is only in formal text where 'Dear Sir' or 'Esteemed Sir' plays its part.
There is no mutual respect or love left in hearts anymore; formal titles like 'Dear Sir' or 'Respected Sir' exist solely in written words.
6
कहाँ के मुस्लिम कहाँ के हिन्दू भुलाई हैं सब ने अगली रस्में
अक़ीदे सब के हैं तीन-तेरह न ग्यारहवीं है न अष्टमी है
Where are the Muslims, where are the Hindus? All ancient rites are cast away; all faiths lie shattered in disarray, leaving neither Gyarahvi nor Ashtami's sacred day.
Neither true Muslims nor Hindus remain, as everyone has abandoned their ancient traditions. People's beliefs are scattered in disarray, and neither Gyarahwin nor Ashtami is observed anymore.
7
नज़र मिरी और ही तरफ़ है हज़ार रंग-ए-ज़माना बदले
हज़ार बातें बनाए नासेह जमी है दिल में जो कुछ जमी है
My gaze is turned elsewhere, though the world change its hues a thousand times; let the preacher spin a thousand tales, what is etched in my heart remains.
My focus is turned elsewhere, no matter if the world changes its colors a thousand times; let the preacher say whatever he wants, what has firmly settled in my heart remains unshaken.
8
अगरचे मैं रिंद-ए-मोहतरम हूँ मगर इसे शैख़ से न पूछो
कि उन के आगे तो इस ज़माने में सारी दुनिया जहन्नमी है
Though I may be a respected libertine, ask not the pious Sheikh of this; for in his sight, in this day and age, all the world is bound for hell.
Although I am a respected libertine, do not ask the pious Sheikh about this, because in his eyes, the entire world today is condemned to hell.
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