Ghazal
उड़ा कर काग शीशे से मय-ए-गुल-गूँ निकलती है
This ghazal paints a lively and joyful picture of the tavern celebrating the arrival of spring. Through vivid imagery of flowing wine and cheerful revelry, it captures the carefree intoxication and vibrant spirit of the season.
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उड़ा कर काग शीशे से मय-ए-गुल-गूँ निकलती है
शराबी जम्अ हैं मय-ख़ाना में टोपी उछलती है
Uncorking the glass, the rose-hued wine pours free; revelers throng the tavern, tossing their caps in glee.
Removing the cork from the bottle, the rose-colored wine pours out; revelers are gathered in the tavern, tossing their caps in joyous celebration.
2
बहार-ए-मय-कशी आई चमन की रुत बदलती है
घटा मस्ताना उठती है हवा मस्ताना चलती है
The spring of wine-drinking arrives, the garden's season turns anew; intoxicated clouds arise, and drunken winds blow through.
The season for drinking wine has arrived and the garden's weather is changing; intoxicating dark clouds are rising and a drunken breeze is blowing.
3
ज़-ख़ुद-रफ़्ता तबीअत कब सँभाले से सँभलती है
न बन आती है नासेह से न कुछ वाइज़ की चलती है
How can a heart beside itself ever be brought under control? Neither does the counselor's advice avail, nor does the preacher sway the soul.
A state of mind lost to itself can never be brought under control; in such a condition, neither does the adviser's counsel work nor does the preacher's sermon have any effect.
4
ये किस की है तमन्ना चुटकियाँ लेती है जो दिल में
ये किस की आरज़ू है जो कलेजे को मसलती है
Whose longing is this that teases and pinches within the heart? Whose yearning is this that wrings the very soul?
Whose desire is this that constantly pinches within my heart, and whose longing is this that crushes and wrings my soul?
5
वो दीवाना है जो इस फ़स्ल में फ़स्दें न खुलवाए
रग-ए-हर-शाख़-ए-गुल से ख़ून की नद्दी उबलती है
Mad is the one who does not bleed his veins in such a season, / When from the pulse of every rose bough surges a river of blood.
A person is truly mad if they do not get their veins bled in this season, when a river of blood surges from the vein of every flower branch.
6
सहर होते ही दम निकला ग़श आते ही अजल आई
कहाँ हूँ मैं नसीम-ए-सुब्ह पंखा किस को झलती है
At the break of dawn my life departed, a swoon brought death to me; / Where am I now, and whom does the morning breeze fan so tenderly?
As dawn broke, my life departed, and as fainting set in, death arrived. Where am I now, and whom is this morning breeze gently fanning?
7
तमत्तो एक का है एक के नुक़साँ से आलम में
कि साया फैलता जाता है जूँ जूँ धूप ढलती है
In this world, one's gain is born of another's loss: for the shadow only widens as the sunlight fades.
In this world, one person's gain stems from another's loss, just as the shadow expands as the sunlight fades.
8
बिना रक्खी है ग़म पर ज़ीस्त की ये हो गया साबित
न लपका आह का छूटेगा जब तक साँस चलती है
It stands proven now that life's foundation rests upon sorrow; this habit of sighing will not cease so long as breath endures.
It has now been proven that the foundation of life is built upon sorrow, and this habit of sighing will not cease as long as breath continues.
9
क़रार इक दम नहीं आता है ख़ून-ए-बे-गुनह पी कर
कि अब तो ख़ुद ब-ख़ुद तलवार रह रह कर उगलती है
Having drunk the blood of the innocent, it finds not a moment of peace; for now, of its own accord, the sword repeatedly vomits it back out.
After drinking the blood of the innocent, not a moment of peace is found, for now the sword itself repeatedly vomits it back out.
10
जहन्नम की न आँच आएगी मय-ख़्वारों पे ओ वाइज़
शराब आलूदा हो जो शय वो कब आतिश में जलती है
Hell's scorching flame will never touch the wine-drinkers, O preacher; can that which is drenched in wine ever burn in fire?
O preacher, the heat of hell will never touch the wine-drinkers, for anything that is drenched in wine does not burn in fire.
11
न दिखलाना इलाही एक आफ़त है शब-ए-फ़ुर्क़त
न जो काटे से कटती है न जो टाले से टलती है
O God, spare anyone this calamity—the night of separation, which neither passes howsoever endured, nor can ever be warded off.
O God, never let anyone experience the night of separation; it is such a calamity that neither passes by enduring it, nor can it be warded off.
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ये अच्छा शुग़्ल वहशत में निकाला तू ने ऐ 'हैदर'
गरेबाँ में उलझने से तबीअत तो बहलती है
A fine pastime you have devised in your frenzy, O Haidar; tangled in tearing your collar, at least the heart finds some diversion.
O Haidar, you have found a fine occupation in your madness; by getting entangled in tearing your collar, at least the heart finds some distraction.
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