Ghazal
ख़त्म किया सबा ने रक़्स गुल पे निसार हो चुकी
This ghazal captures the poignant departure of spring and the onset of autumn, symbolizing the transient nature of joy, beauty, and life itself. Through imagery of a fading garden and silenced nightingales, it evokes a deeply melancholic reflection on impermanence and loss.
Source: rekhta · HI
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ख़त्म किया सबा ने रक़्स गुल पे निसार हो चुकी
जोश-ए-नशात हो चुका सौत-ए-हज़ार हो चुकी
The breeze has ceased its whirling dance, having spent itself upon the rose; The surge of joy has had its day, the nightingale's song reached its close.
The morning breeze has ended its dance after sacrificing itself for the rose; the fervor of joy has passed, and the voice of the nightingale has fallen silent.
2
रंग-ए-बनफ़शा मिट गया सुंबुल-ए-तर नहीं रहा
सेहन-ए-चमन में ज़ीनत-ए-नक़्श-ओ-निगार हो चुकी
The violet's hue has faded away, the fresh hyacinth is no more; in the garden's courtyard, the painted splendor has run its course.
The color of the violet has faded and the fresh hyacinth is no longer there; the decorative beauty and colorful splendor in the courtyard of the garden have come to an end.
3
मस्ती-ए-लाला अब कहाँ उस का प्याला अब कहाँ
दौर-ए-तरब गुज़र गया आमद-ए-यार हो चुकी
Where is the intoxication of the tulip now, where is its cup gone? The age of revelry has passed away, the beloved's arrival is done.
Where is the intoxication of the tulip now, and where has its cup gone? The age of joy and revelry has passed, and the beloved has already arrived.
4
रुत वो जो थी बदल गई आई बस और निकल गई
थी जो हवा में निकहत-ए-मुश्क-ए-ततार हो चुकी
That season has transformed; it scarcely came before it slipped away / The fragrance of Tartary's musk that filled the breeze is now no more.
The pleasant season has changed; it barely arrived and immediately slipped away. The fragrance of Tartary's musk that once filled the air has now vanished.
5
अब तक उसी रविश पे है 'अकबर'-ए-मस्त-ओ-बे-ख़बर
कह दे कोई अज़ीज़-ए-मन फ़स्ल-ए-बहार हो चुकी
Still drunk and lost in reverie, oblivious Akbar walks the same old way; Let someone tell him, O dear friend, the season of spring has passed away.
Akbar is still intoxicated, oblivious, and walking on the same old path; let someone tell him, O dear friend, that the season of spring has already ended.
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