Ghazal
आईना देख अपना सा मुँह ले के रह गए
This ghazal poignantly portrays the humbling of pride in the face of love, capturing the beloved's sudden embarrassment upon realizing their emotional vulnerability. Blending wry irony with sincere devotion, it explores the themes of unrequited passion, longing, and romantic surrender.
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आईना देख अपना सा मुँह ले के रह गए
साहब को दिल न देने पे कितना ग़ुरूर था
A glance into the mirror left them humbled and crestfallen; how proud they once were of never surrendering their heart!
Upon looking into the mirror, they were left embarrassed and crestfallen; they once took such immense pride in never giving their heart away.
2
क़ासिद को अपने हाथ से गर्दन न मारिए
उस की ख़ता नहीं है ये मेरा क़ुसूर था
Do not strike down the messenger with your own hand; / the fault is not his, the blame was mine alone.
Do not strike down or kill the messenger with your own hands; it is not his fault, the mistake was entirely mine.
3
ज़ोफ़-ए-जुनूँ को वक़्त-ए-तपिश दर भी दूर था
इक घर में मुख़्तसर बयाबाँ ज़रूर था
To passion's frailty in fever's heat, even the door lay far; within the home, a wilderness in miniature was surely there.
In the feverish heat of madness, sheer weakness made even the doorway seem too far; within the home itself, there surely was a wilderness in miniature.
4
ऐ वाए-ग़फ़लत-ए-निगह-ए-शौक़ वर्ना याँ
हर पारा संग लख़्त-ए-दिल-ए-कोह-ए-तूर था
Alas, the negligence of longing's gaze! Else here, every shard of stone was a piece of Mount Sinai's heart.
Alas for the inattention of the yearning gaze, otherwise every piece of stone here was a fragment of the heart of Mount Sinai.
5
दर्स-ए-तपिश है बर्क़ को अब जिस के नाम से
वो दिल है ये कि जिस का तख़ल्लुस सुबूर था
Lightning now takes lessons in burning heat from its very name; this is that very heart whose pen-name once was patience.
This is that very heart whose pen-name was once patience, but from whose name even lightning now takes lessons in burning heat.
6
हर रंग में जला 'असद'-ए-फ़ित्ना-इन्तिज़ार
परवाना-ए-तजल्ली-ए-शम-ए-ज़ुहूर था
In every guise burned Asad, consumed by the turmoil of longing; he was a moth drawn to the radiant candle of manifestation.
Asad, caught in the turmoil of waiting, burned in every possible way; he was like a moth to the radiant candle of manifestation.
7
शायद कि मर गया तिरे रुख़्सार देख कर
पैमाना रात माह का लबरेज़-ए-नूर था
Perhaps it perished upon catching sight of your radiant cheek; last night, the chalice of the moon brimmed over with light.
Last night, the moon's cup was overflowing with light; perhaps it died upon seeing your cheeks.
8
जन्नत है तेरी तेग़ के कुश्तों की मुंतज़िर
जौहर सवाद-ए-जल्वा-ए-मिज़्गान-ए-हूर था
Paradise eagerly awaits those slain by your sword; the luster on your steel was the shadow of the houris' eyelashes.
Paradise awaits those slain by your sword, and the luster on your blade was merely the reflection of the houris' eyelashes.
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