Ghazal
किसी से बस कि उमीद-ए-कुशूद-ए-कार नहीं
This ghazal encapsulates profound despair, disillusionment, and tragic irony. Having lost all hope of resolution or relief—even questioning the certainty of death—the poet laments the torment of waiting, where the beloved's response arrives only after life has already slipped away.
Source: rekhta · HI
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किसी से बस कि उमीद-ए-कुशूद-ए-कार नहीं
मुझे अजल के भी आने का ए'तिबार नहीं
Since from none is there hope that my tangled affairs will unwind / I cannot even trust that death itself will arrive.
Since there is no hope from anyone that my affairs will be resolved, I do not even trust that death will arrive.
2
जवाब नामे का क़ासिद मज़ार पर लाया
कि जानता था उसे ताब-ए-इंतिज़ार नहीं
The messenger brought the letter's reply straight to the grave, / For well he knew he lacked the endurance to bear the wait.
The messenger brought the reply to the letter directly to the grave, knowing that the deceased did not have the endurance to bear the wait.
3
ये कह के उठ गई बालीं से मेरी शम-ए-सहर
तमाम हो गई शब और तुझे क़रार नहीं
Saying this, the morning candle left my pillowside: The night has reached its end, yet you have found no peace.
The morning candle departed from my bedside saying that the night has completely ended, yet you have still found no peace.
4
जो तू हो पास तो हूर-ओ-क़ुसूर सब कुछ हो
जो तू नहीं तो नहीं बल्कि ज़ीनहार नहीं
If you are near, celestial nymphs and palaces are everywhere; If you are not, then none exist—nay, nothing at all is there.
If you are near me, then everything including celestial nymphs and palaces is present; but if you are not, then nothing exists, indeed nothing at all.
5
ख़िज़ाँ के आने से पहले ही था मुझे मा'लूम
कि रंग-ओ-बू-ए-चमन का कुछ ए'तिबार नहीं
Long before the arrival of autumn, this truth was known to me: that no trust can ever be placed in the garden's fragrance and hue.
I already knew before the arrival of autumn that the color and fragrance of the garden cannot be trusted.
6
ग़ज़ल कही है कि मोती पिरोए हैं ऐ 'नज़्म'
वो कौन शे'र है जो दुर्र-ए-शाहवार नहीं
Have you composed a ghazal or strung fine pearls, O Nazm? Which verse among them is not a royal gem?
O Nazm, have you composed a ghazal or strung together pearls? Which verse of yours is not like a precious royal gem?
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