Ghazal
पुर्सिश जो होगी तुझ से जल्लाद क्या करेगा
This ghazal explores themes of supreme sacrifice, forgiveness, and the moral transcendence of the lover over the oppressor. By pardoning the executioner, the poet highlights the futility of cruelty in the face of selfless devotion and quiet dignified resignation.
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पुर्सिश जो होगी तुझ से जल्लाद क्या करेगा
ले ख़ून मैं ने बख़्शा तू याद क्या करेगा
When called to account, O executioner, what will you do? / Take it, I have forgiven my blood—how you will remember this grace!
O executioner, what will you do when you are held accountable for my murder? Take it, I forgive you for shedding my blood; you too will remember this favor.
2
हूँ दाम में पुर-अफ़्शाँ और सादगी से हैराँ
क्यूँ तेज़ की हैं छुरियाँ सय्याद क्या करेगा
Trapped in the snare, I flutter my wings, in innocence amazed: why has the hunter whetted his blades, what does he plan to do?
I am fluttering my wings trapped in the snare and wondering in naive innocence why the hunter has sharpened his knives and what he intends to do.
3
ज़ालिम ये सोच कर अब देता है बोसा-ए-लब
जब होंट सी दिए फिर फ़रियाद क्या करेगा
Thinking this, the cruel one now grants a kiss upon my lips: once these lips are sealed shut, how will he ever raise a cry?
The cruel beloved now kisses my lips thinking that once my lips are stitched shut, I will no longer be able to lament or cry out.
4
ज़ंजीर तार-ए-दामाँ है तौक़ इक गरेबाँ
ज़ोर-ए-जुनूँ न कम हो हद्दाद क्या करेगा
The hem's loose thread turns into chains, the collar into an iron yoke; if the fury of madness does not wane, what can the ironsmith do?
A loose thread of the torn hem itself acts as a chain and the collar as an iron yoke; if the fury of madness does not subside, what can a blacksmith do to restrain it?
5
हम डूब कर मरेंगे हसरत रहेगी तुझ को
जब ख़ाक ही न होगी बर्बाद क्या करेगा
I shall drown and perish, leaving you with longing; when not even my dust remains, what will you ruin?
We will drown and die, leaving you with longing and regret; when not even our dust remains, what will you ruin?
6
याक़ूब क़त्अ कर दें उम्मीद-ए-वस्ल दिल से
यूसुफ़ सा बंदा कोई आज़ाद क्या करेगा
Let Jacob sever from his heart all hope of sweet reunion; for who would ever set a captive slave like Joseph free?
Jacob should completely give up all hope of reunion from his heart, for who would ever release and set free a precious slave like Joseph?
7
दिल ले के पूछता है तू किस का शेफ़्ता है
भूला अभी से ज़ालिम फिर याद क्या करेगा
Having taken my heart, you ask: 'Whose lover are you?' / Forgetting already, cruel one, what will you ever remember?
After taking away my heart, you ask whose lover I am. If you have forgotten already, cruel one, what will you ever remember later?
8
ऐ ख़त्त-ए-ब्याज़ आरिज़ दरकार है जो तुझ को
तहरीर हुस्न की कुछ रूदाद क्या करेगा
O youthful down upon the cheek, if a blank page is what you seek, how could mere written words the tale of beauty ever speak?
O youthful down, if you require the beloved's fair cheek as a blank page, what tale of beauty could mere writing ever recount?
9
कुंज-ए-क़फ़स से इक दिन होगी रिहाई अपनी
मर जाएँगे तो आख़िर सय्याद किया करेगा
From this corner of the cage, one day I shall be freed; after all, once I am dead, what will the hunter do?
One day we will surely be freed from the corner of this cage; after all, once we are dead, what will the hunter do?
10
मिस्ल-ए-सिपंद दिल है बेताब सोज़-ए-ग़म में
रह जाएगा तड़प कर फ़रियाद क्या करेगा
Like wild rue cast on coals, the heart burns restless in sorrow's flame; it will but writhe and perish—how could it cry its pain?
In the burning heat of grief, the heart is restless like wild rue seeds on hot embers; it will merely writhe in agony and perish, unable to even cry out for help.
11
ऐ शैख़ भर गया है क्यूँ वाज़ की हवा में
रीश-ए-सफ़ेद अपनी बर्बाद क्या करेगा
O Sheikh, why are you so puffed up with the wind of your sermons? Will you bring to ruin the honor of your white beard in vain?
O Sheikh, why have you become so puffed up with pride over preaching sermons? Will you ruin the dignity of your white beard like this?
12
ज़ुल्म-ओ-सितम से भी अब ज़ालिम ने हाथ खींचा
इस से सितम वो बढ़ कर ईजाद क्या करेगा
From tyranny and torment now the tyrant stays his hand; what greater cruelty than this could he ever devise?
The tyrant has now stayed his hand even from cruelty and oppression; what greater cruelty could he possibly invent than this?
13
अज़-बस-कि बे-हुनर हूँ मैं नंग-ए-मो'तरिज़ हूँ
मज़मूँ पे मेरे कोई ईराद क्या करेगा
So utterly devoid of skill, I am a disgrace to any critic's art; who would ever deign to find fault in the verses of my heart?
Since I am completely without talent and a disgrace to any critic, who would even bother to raise an objection or find fault in my poetry?
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ऐ ''नज़्म'' जिस को चाहे वो दे बहिश्त दोज़ख़
नमरूद क्या करेगा शद्दाद क्या करेगा
O Nazm, to whomever He wills, He grants paradise or hell; What can Nimrod ever do, what power can Shaddad compel?
O Nazm, God grants paradise or hell to whomever He pleases; what power do tyrants like Nimrod and Shaddad have against His will?
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