Ghazal
पीरी में क्या जवानी के मौसम को रोइए
This ghazal is a message about the fleeting beauty of life and the importance of living in the present. It suggests that grieving the season of youth is pointless, as dawn is approaching, and one should enjoy life. The poem emphasizes not wasting time and appreciating the true experiences of love and life.
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पीरी में क्या जवानी के मौसम को रोइए
अब सुब्ह होने आई है इक दम तो सोइए
Do not weep for the season of youth in your bed,
For dawn is here, come, sleep now.
Do not weep for the season of youth in your bed, for dawn has arrived, come, sleep now.
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रुख़्सार उस के हाए रे जब देखते हैं हम
आता है जी में आँखों को उन में गड़ोइए
Oh, when we gaze upon her cheek, oh, how we feel,
Our eyes are drawn to those eyes, oh, where we conceal.
Oh, when we gaze upon her cheek, oh, how we feel; our eyes are drawn to those eyes, oh, where we conceal.
3
इख़्लास दिल से चाहिए सज्दा नमाज़ में
बे-फ़ाएदा है वर्ना जो यूँ वक़्त खोइए
For the prostration in prayer, sincerity is needed,
Otherwise, wasting time is utterly useless.
For the prostration in prayer, sincerity is required; otherwise, wasting time is utterly useless.
4
किस तौर आँसुओं में नहाते हैं ग़म-कशाँ
इस आब-ए-गर्म में तो न उँगली डुबोइए
How do you bathe in tears, oh sorrow-wearer?
Do not dip your finger in this warm water.
The poet asks, 'How do you bathe in tears, oh sorrow-wearer? Do not dip your finger in this warm water.'
5
मतलब को तो पहुँचते नहीं अंधे के से तौर
हम मारते फिरे हैं यू नहीं टप्पे टोइए
The blind cannot reach the meaning, oh what a sight,
We are beating around, oh, don't spoil the night.
The blind person cannot grasp the meaning in that manner; we are merely passing time here, so do not spoil the night.
6
अब जान जिस्म-ए-ख़ाकी से तंग आ गई बहुत
कब तक इस एक टोकरी मिट्टी को ढोईए
I have become weary of this mortal body,
How long must you carry this single basket of earth?
I have become very weary of this mortal body; how long must you carry this single basket of earth?
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आलूदा उस गली की जो हूँ ख़ाक से तो 'मीर'
आब-ए-हयात से भी न वे पाँव धोइए
The alleyway of my being, which is dust to you, O Mir,
Do not wash my feet even with the water of life.
The alleyway of my existence, which is merely dust to you, O Mir, do not wash my feet even with the water of life. (Meaning: Since my being is insignificant or worthless to you, do not bestow even the greatest compassion or purification upon me.)
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