Ghazal
नदामत है बना कर इस चमन में आशियाँ मुझ को
In this ghazal, the poet expresses deep regret over establishing ties in a world where he found neither a true companion nor an understanding soul. Reflecting on loneliness and the rapid passage of life, the verses capture a profound sense of disillusionment with worldly existence.
Source: rekhta · HI
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1
नदामत है बना कर इस चमन में आशियाँ मुझ को
मिला हमदम यहाँ कोई न कोई हम-ज़बाँ मुझ को
I rue that in this garden grove I built my nest among; for I found here no companion, nor one who shared my tongue.
I regret building my nest in this garden, for I found neither a companion nor anyone who speaks my language here.
2
दिखाए जा रवानी तौसन-ए-उम्र-ए-रवाँ मुझ को
हिलाल-ए-बर्क़ से रख हम-रिकाब-ओ-हम-इनाँ मुझ को
Display your reckless speed, O galloping steed of fleeting life; keep me riding stirrup to stirrup and rein to rein with the crescent-flash of lightning.
O swift steed of passing life, keep showing me your speed, and keep me riding right alongside the flash of lightning.
3
बनाया ना-तवानी ने सुलैमान-ए-ज़माँ मुझ को
उड़ा कर ले चले मौज-ए-नसीम-ए-बोस्ताँ मुझ को
My utter frailty has made me the Solomon of this age: a gentle wave of the garden breeze sweeps me up and carries me away.
My extreme physical weakness has made me the Solomon of this age, as even a gentle wave of the garden breeze lifts me up and carries me away.
4
दम-ए-सुब्ह-ए-अज़ल से मैं नवा-संजों में हूँ तेरे
बताया बुलबुल-ए-सिदरा ने अंदाज़-ए-फ़ुग़ाँ मुझ को
Since the dawn of pre-eternity, I have been numbered among your singers; the nightingale of Heaven's farthest lote-tree taught me the art of lament.
Since the dawn of eternity, I have been among those who sing your praises; the nightingale of Sidra (Gabriel) taught me the art of lamentation.
5
मिरी बातों में क्या मालूम कब सोए वो कब जागे
सिरे से इस लिए कहनी पड़ी फिर दास्ताँ मुझ को
Who knows when, as I spoke, they fell asleep and when they awoke; / And so, from the very start, I had to tell my tale once more.
I do not know when during my talk they fell asleep and when they woke up, which is why I had to recount my entire story all over again from the beginning.
6
बहा कर क़ाफ़िला से दूर जिस्म-ए-ज़ार को फेंका
कि मौज-ए-सैल थी बाँग-ए-दरा-ए-कारवाँ मुझ को
Far from the caravan it swept and cast my wasted frame; for like a surging flood to me, the caravan's bell became.
The sound of the caravan's bell became like a surging floodwave to me, sweeping my frail body far away from the caravan.
7
ये दिल की बे-क़रारी ख़ाक हो कर भी न जाएगी
सुनाती है लब-ए-साहिल से ये रेग-ए-रवाँ मुझ को
Even turned to dust, this heart’s unrest will never fade away / So whispers the drifting sand to me from the water's edge.
The restlessness of the heart will not disappear even after turning to dust; the drifting sand on the seashore tells me this.
8
उड़ाई ख़ाक जिस सहरा में तेरे वास्ते मैं ने
थका-माँदा मिला इन मंज़िलों में आसमाँ मुझ को
The desert where for your sake I wandered, raising dust— / Even the sky met me exhausted along those weary stages.
In the desert where I wandered raising dust for your sake, I found even the sky tired and exhausted at those stages.
9
तसव्वुर शम्अ का जिस को जिला दे हूँ वो परवाना
लग उट्ठी आग दिल में जब नज़र आया धुआँ मुझ को
I am that moth consumed by the mere thought of the candle's flame; a blaze flared in my heart the moment I caught sight of smoke.
I am that moth which is burned merely by the thought of the candle; the moment I saw smoke, a fire erupted in my heart.
10
वो जिस आलम में जा पहुँचा वहाँ मैं किस तरह जाऊँ
हुआ दिल आप से बाहर पिन्हा कर बेड़ियाँ मुझ को
How could I ever reach the realm where it has made its way? The heart broke free beyond itself, after locking me in chains.
The heart lost all self-control and broke free after putting chains on me; how can I possibly reach the realm where it has now arrived?
11
ग़ुबार-ए-राह से ऐ 'नज़्म' ये आवाज़ आती है
गई ऐ उम्र-ए-रफ़्ता तू किधर फेंका कहाँ मुझ को
From the dust of the road, O Nazm, this plaintive voice calls out: / Where have you gone, O departed life? Where have you cast me about?
O Nazm, a cry rises from the dust of the road asking: O past life, where have you vanished, and where have you cast me away?
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