Ghazal
फ़लक देता है जिन को ऐश उन को ग़म भी होते हैं
This ghazal reflects on the inevitable duality of life, illustrating how joy and sorrow, celebration and mourning, are deeply intertwined. It also captures the shared anguish of lovers, gently suggesting an end to mutual grievances that only cause distress to both sides.
Source: rekhta · HI
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फ़लक देता है जिन को ऐश उन को ग़म भी होते हैं
जहाँ बजते हैं नक़्क़ारे वहीं मातम भी होते हैं
Those whom the heavens grant delights must bear sorrow as well; where drums of celebration beat, mourning is known to dwell.
Those whom the heavens grant luxuries and pleasures also experience sorrow; the very places where drums of celebration beat also witness mourning.
2
गिले शिकवे कहाँ तक होंगे आधी रात तो गुज़री
परेशाँ तुम भी होते हो परेशाँ हम भी होते हैं
How long will these grievances go on? Half the night has already passed; You too are left distressed and restless, and troubled too am I.
How long will these mutual complaints go on when half the night has already passed; this quarreling only leaves both you and me distressed.
3
जो रक्खे चारागर काफ़ूर दूनी आग लग जाए
कहीं ये ज़ख़्म-ए-दिल शर्मिंदा-ए-मरहम भी होते हैं
Should the healer apply camphor, the fire only flares twice as bright; can wounds of the heart ever deign to be beholden to a balm?
If the healer applies camphor to soothe the wound, the fire only flares up twice as much; do these wounds of the heart ever accept being indebted to a balm?
4
वो आँखें सामरी-फ़न हैं वो लब ईसा-नफ़स देखो
मुझी पर सेहर होते हैं मुझी पर दम भी होते हैं
Behold, those eyes possess the sorcery of Samiri, those lips the life-giving breath of Jesus; upon me spells of enchantment are cast, and upon me the healing breaths are blown.
Look, those eyes possess the sorcery of Samiri and those lips have the life-giving breath of Jesus; it is upon me alone that magic spells are cast, and upon me alone that healing breaths are blown.
5
ज़माना दोस्ती पर इन हसीनों की न इतराए
ये आलम-दोस्त अक्सर दुश्मन-ए-आलम भी होते हैं
Let not the world boast of the friendship of these fair ones; for these lovers of the world often prove to be the world's own foes.
The world should not boast of the friendship of these beautiful beings, as those who appear friendly to everyone often end up being the world's greatest enemies.
6
ब-ज़ाहिर रहनुमा हैं और दिल में बद-गुमानी है
तिरे कूचे में जो जाता है आगे हम भी होते हैं
Outwardly I act as a guide, yet suspicion fills my heart; whoever walks towards your lane, I too step out ahead.
Outwardly I pretend to be a guide, but my heart is full of suspicion; whoever heads toward your street, I walk ahead of them.
7
हमारे आँसुओं की आबदारी और ही कुछ है
कि यूँ होने को रौशन गौहर-ए-शबनम भी होते हैं
The radiant luster of our tears is of a rare, unmatched degree; though dewdrops too may shine like pearls, luminous for all to see.
The brilliance and luster of our tears is entirely unique, even though dewdrops too shine brightly like pearls.
8
ख़ुदा के घर में क्या है काम ज़ाहिद बादा-ख़्वारों का
जिन्हें मिलती नहीं वो तिश्ना-ए-ज़मज़म भी होते हैं
What business have wine-drinkers in the house of God, O priest? Those who find no wine may yet thirst for Zamzam's holy stream.
O ascetic, why do you ask what business drinkers have in the house of God? Those who do not find wine can also thirst for the holy water of Zamzam.
9
हमारे साथ ही पैदा हुआ है इश्क़ ऐ नासेह
जुदाई किस तरह से हो जुदा तवाम भी होते हैं
Love was born into this world along with me, O counsellor; how then can we be parted—are twins ever torn apart?
O counsellor, love was born along with me, so how can we be parted; do twins ever get separated?
10
नहीं घटती शब-ए-फ़ुर्क़त भी अक्सर हम ने देखा है
जो बढ़ जाते हैं हद से वो ही घट कर कम भी होते हैं
The night of parting does not wane, yet often we have seen: / Whatever swells beyond all bounds must dwindle and recede.
The night of separation does not seem to shorten, yet we have often observed that whatever exceeds all limits eventually declines and diminishes.
11
बचाऊँ पैरहन क्या चारागर मैं दस्त-ए-वहशत से
कहीं ऐसे गरेबाँ दामन-ए-मरयम भी होते हैं
Why shield my robe, O healer, from the clutching hands of frenzy? Can collars such as mine ever rival the pure hem of Mary?
O healer, why should I protect my garment from the hands of frenzy? Are collars such as mine ever pure like the sacred hem of Mary?
12
तबीअत की कजी हरगिज़ मिटाए से नहीं मिटती
कभी सीधे तुम्हारे गेसू-ए-पुर-ख़म भी होते हैं
The crookedness of inherent nature can never be erased; could the twisted curls of your tresses ever become straight?
The crookedness of innate disposition can never be erased no matter what, just as your heavily curled tresses can never become straight.
13
जो कहता हूँ कि मरता हूँ तो फ़रमाते हैं मर जाओ
जो ग़श आता है तो मुझ पर हज़ारों दम भी होते हैं
When I say that I am dying, they decree, 'Go on and die!' Yet when I swoon, a thousand healing breaths are blown upon me.
When I say that I am dying, my beloved tells me to go ahead and die, but when I actually faint, thousands of healing breaths are blown upon me to revive me.
14
किसी का वादा-ए-दीदार तो ऐ 'दाग़' बर-हक़ है
मगर ये देखिए दिल-शाद उस दिन हम भी होते हैं
The promise of a meeting, O Dagh, is true indeed; yet let us see if on that day our heart too finds delight.
O Dagh, their promise to grant a meeting is indeed true, but now it remains to be seen whether our heart actually finds joy on that day.
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