Putting down this beautiful ghazal by Ghaalib..
ज़िक्र उस परीवश का, और फिर बयाँ अपना
बन गया रक़ीब आखिर था जो राजदां अपना
[ परीवश = like fairy, बयाँ = recount; रक़ीब = competitor/enemy, राजदां = one with whom you share secrets/friend]
मय वो क्यो बहुत पीते बज़्म-ए-गैर मे या रब
आज ही हुआ मंज़ूर उन को इम्तिहा अपना
[मय = wine; बज़्म-ए-गैर = congregation of strangers]
मंज़र इक बलंदी पे और हम बना सकते
अर्श से इधर होता काश के मकान अपना #
[ मंज़र = destination, बलंदी = great heights, अर्श = heaven]
दे वो जिस क़दर ज़िल्लत हम हसीं में टालेंगे
बारे आशना निकाला उनका पासबां अपना
[ज़िल्लत = humiliation, बारे = atlast; आशना = friend; पासबां = guardian/watchdog]
दर्द-ए-दिल लिखूं कब तक? जाउन उन को दिखला दूं
उंगलियाँ फिगार अपनी खामाखूँ चकन अपना
[फिगार = wounded, खामाखूँ = young blood, चकन = dripping]
घीसते घीसते मिट जाता आप ने अबस बदला
नंग-ए-सजदा से मेरे संग-ए-आस्तां अपना
[अबस = without reason, नंग-ए-सजदा = prostration in shame, संग-ए-आस्तां = brick of your house]
ता करे ना गमाज़ी, कर लिया है दुश्मन को
दोस्त की शिकायत मे हम ने हम-ज़बान अपना
[गमाज़ी = inform, हम-ज़बान = who speak same language/friend]
हम कहाँ के दाना थे किस हुनर में यकता थे
बे_सबब हुआ गालिब दुश्मन आसमाँ अपना
[दाना = learned/wise, हुनर = talent, यकता = unique, बे_सबब = without reason]
'Mirza Ghaalib'
# To all those people who are drowned in their success,giving all the credit to their "hard work" and "vision" , completley discounting the luck facor and looking down upon the left behinds, this sher might help them to become more humble.
Here is my attempt at translation of this ghazal:
Tale about that fairy and I being the raconteur
I made an enemy out of one who was my friend once
O lord, why does she enjoys other’s company so much
I think she has decided to test my love today
I too could have achieved great heights
Had my house been slightly below the heaven
Whatever humiliation she bestows me I'll bear gleefully
At last I have befriended one who is her guardian
how long shall I compose about the pain my heart is undergoing?
I should show her the fresh blood dripping from my fingers
Unnecessarily you changed the brick of your house
Any ways it would have got rubbed by my continuous prostration
I hope my enemy doesn’t go and tell her about my backbiting
As I have made him my friend by complaining about her
I am not a wise man nor am I unique in any talent
Then why 'Ghaalib', God has taken umbrage of you.*
* That time there was this belief that god , in order to test the resolve, gives great difficulty to people who are learned and wise
