dagh-dehlvi

Milate Ho Usi Ko Khak Mein Jo Dil Se Milta Hai

milate ho usi ko khaak men jo dil se milta hai

miri jaan chahne vaala badi mushkil se milta hai

those who meet you lovingly then into dust you grind

those who bear affection, dear, are very hard to find

kahin hai iid ki shadi kahin matam hai maqtal men

koi qatil se milta hai koi bismil se milta hai

festive joy in places, elsewhere gloom of genocide

some like the murderer rejoice, some victim-like abide

pas-e-parda bhi laila haath rakh leti hai ankhon par

ghubar-e-na-tavan-e-qais jab mahmil se milta hai

Lailaa covers up her eyes even behind the veil

when her carriage is beset by dust of majnuu.n frail

bhare hain tujh men vo lakhon hunar ai majma-e-khubi

mulaqati tira goya bhari mahfil se milta hai

you do possess a myriad skills , a throng of talents bring

one who meets you is as though he meets a gathering

mujhe aata hai kya kya rashk vaqt-e-zabh us se bhi

gala jis dam lipat kar khanjar-e-qatil se milta hai

what envy I feel for my neck, even in slaughter’s face

when the dagger of the killer takes it in embrace

ba-zahir ba-adab yuun hazrat-e-naseh se milta huun

murid-e-khas jaise murshid-e-kamil se milta hai

it’s obvious so respectfully the preacher I do greet

just as a special pupil does the perfect master meet

misal-e-ganj-e-qarun ahl-e-hajat se nahin chhupta

jo hota hai sakhi khud DhunD kar saail se milta hai

like the wealth of Croseus, from poor he does not hide,

a philanthrope seeks out the needy, himself, to provide

javab is baat ka us shokh ko kya de sake koi

jo dil le kar kahe kam-bakht tu kis dil se milta hai

an answer to her mishievous comment what can there be

who takes my heart and says “you fool, you meet me heartlessly”

chhupae se koi chhupti hai apne dil ki betabi

ki har tar-e-nafas apna rag-e-bismil se milta hai

can restlessness be hidden then, however may be tried

as every ragged breath now does with wounded veins collide

adam ki jo haqiqat hai vo puchho ahl-e-hasti se

musafir ko to manzil ka pata manzil se milta hai

seek from the people of this world, the truth of death’s domain

for in this path from present stops, past’s knowledge will obtain

ghazab hai ‘dagh’ ke dil se tumhara dil nahin milta

tumhara chand sa chehra mah-e-kamil se milta hai

tis wonder that your heart rejects this heart, so scarred, of mine

your moon-like face resembles when, the full-moon’s face divine

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