Ghazal
फ़िक्र-ए-मंज़िल है न होश-ए-जादा-ए-मंज़िल मुझे
In this ghazal, the poet surrenders entirely to the impulses of the heart, wandering without concern for the path or destination. He embraces sorrow and suffering as divine gifts and seeks the strength to express heartfelt gratitude for the pain bestowed upon him.
Source: rekhta · HI
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1
फ़िक्र-ए-मंज़िल है न होश-ए-जादा-ए-मंज़िल मुझे
जा रहा हूँ जिस तरफ़ ले जा रहा है दिल मुझे
No thought of the destination have I, nor sense of the path ahead; I simply wander wherever my wandering heart is led.
I have neither any concern for the destination nor any awareness of the path leading to it; I am simply going wherever my heart is leading me.
2
अब ज़बाँ भी दे अदा-ए-शुक्र के क़ाबिल मुझे
दर्द बख़्शा है अगर तू ने बजाए-दिल मुझे
Now grant me too a tongue capable of offering thanks, if in place of a heart You have bestowed only pain.
If You have bestowed pain upon me instead of a heart, then now grant me a tongue capable of expressing gratitude as well.
3
यूँ तड़प कर दिल ने तड़पाया सर-ए-महफ़िल मुझे
उस को क़ातिल कहने वाले कह उठे क़ातिल मुझे
So fiercely did my writhing heart torment me in the gathering crowd, / That those who called my beloved a killer turned to call me the killer aloud.
In the middle of the gathering, my writhing heart tormented me so severely that the people who used to call my beloved a killer began calling me the killer instead.
4
अब किधर जाऊँ बता ऐ जज़्बा-ए-कामिल मुझे
हर तरफ़ से आज आती है सदा-ए-दिल मुझे
Where should I turn now, tell me, O consummate passion? From every direction today, echoes the voice of my heart.
Tell me, O consummate passion, where should I go now, for today I hear the call of my heart coming from every direction.
5
रोक सकती हो तो बढ़ कर रोक ले मंज़िल मुझे
हर तरफ़ से आज आती है सदा-ए-दिल मुझे
Let the destination step forward and halt me if it can, for today from every direction echoes the calling of my heart.
If the destination can stop me, let it step forward and do so, because today I hear the call of my heart coming from every direction.
6
जान दी कि हश्र तक मैं हूँ मिरी तन्हाइयाँ
हाँ मुबारक फ़ुर्सत-ए-नज़्ज़ारा-ए-क़ातिल मुझे
I gave up my life so that till Judgment Day it is only I and my solitudes; congratulations indeed to me on this endless leisure to gaze upon my slayer.
I gave up my life so that until the Day of Judgment there would only be me and my solitude; congratulations to me on having the leisure to gaze upon my killer.
7
हर इशारे पर है फिर भी गर्दन-ए-तस्लीम ख़म
जानता हूँ साफ़ धोके दे रहा है दिल मुझे
At every fleeting gesture, my neck still bows in surrender / Even as I clearly know my heart is deceiving me.
Even though I clearly know that my heart is deceiving me, my head still bows in complete surrender at its every gesture.
8
जा भी ऐ नासेह कहाँ का सूद और कैसा ज़ियाँ
इश्क़ ने समझा दिया है इश्क़ का हासिल मुझे
Begone, O counselor! What talk of profit, what of loss? Love has revealed to me the true harvest of love.
Go away, O advisor! What talk of profit and loss is this? Love itself has taught me what the true outcome of love is.
9
मैं अज़ल से सुब्ह-ए-महशर तक फ़रोज़ाँ ही रहा
हुस्न समझा था चराग़-ए-कुश्ता-ए-महफ़िल मुझे
From eternity's dawn to Judgment's morn, ablaze I remained bright; Beauty had deemed me merely a candle snuffed out in the gathering of the night.
I remained illuminated from the dawn of eternity until the morning of the Day of Judgment, even though beauty had mistaken me for an extinguished lamp of the gathering.
10
ख़ून-ए-दिल रग रग में जम कर रह गया इस वहम से
बढ़ के सीने से न लिपटा ले मिरा क़ातिल मुझे
The heart's blood froze in every vein, arrested by this dread: / Lest, stepping forward, my murderer clasp me to their chest instead.
My heart's blood froze in every vein out of fear and apprehension that my killer might step forward and embrace me to his chest.
11
कैसा क़तरा कैसा दरिया किस का तूफ़ाँ किस की मौज
तू जो चाहे तो डुबो दे ख़ुश्की-ए-साहिल मुझे
What of a drop, what of a river, whose tempest, whose rising wave? / If You so will, even the dry shore can drown me.
What significance does a drop, a river, a storm, or a wave hold? If You will it, even the dryness of the shore can drown me.
12
फूँक दे ऐ ग़ैरत-ए-सोज़-ए-मोहब्बत फूँक दे
अब समझती हैं वो नज़रें रहम के क़ाबिल मुझे
Burn me to ashes, O pride of love's consuming flame! For those eyes have now begun to deem me worthy of pity.
O pride of love's burning passion, burn me to ashes, for now those beloved eyes have started to look upon me with pity.
13
तोड़ कर बैठा हूँ राह-ए-शौक़ में पा-ए-तलब
देखना है जज़्बा-ए-बे-ताबी-ए-मंज़िल मुझे
Breaking the foot of quest, I sit still upon the path of longing; now let me see the restless passion of the destination itself.
I have broken the foot of my quest and sat down on the path of desire; now I want to see how eagerly the destination itself comes toward me.
14
ऐ हुजूम-ए-ना-उमीदी शाद-बाश-ओ-ज़िंदा-बाश
तू ने सब से कर दिया बेगाना-ओ-ग़ाफ़िल मुझे
O crowd of despair, live long and rejoice! You have made me estranged and oblivious to all.
O crowd of despair, live long and be happy, for you have alienated me from everyone and made me oblivious to all.
15
दर्द-ए-महरूमी सही एहसास-ए-नाकामी सही
उस ने समझा तो बहर-सूरत किसी क़ाबिल मुझे
Let it be the pain of deprivation, let it be the sting of defeat; at least, in some measure, they deemed me worthy of something.
Even if I received the pain of deprivation and the feeling of failure, at least they considered me worthy of something in any case.
16
ये भी क्या मंज़र है बढ़ते हैं न रुकते हैं क़दम
तक रहा हूँ दूर से मंज़िल को मैं मंज़िल मुझे
What a strange sight is this: my steps neither advance nor stall; from afar, I gaze at the destination, and the destination gazes back at me.
What a strange scene this is that my steps neither move forward nor come to a stop; from afar, I am gazing at the destination and the destination is gazing back at me.
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