nami-danam che manzil bud shab jae ki man budam
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Note: Two Maqta have been given for this Ghazal, the first one is popular and last one is from 'Naghma-e-Sama' Translation: Ahmad Ali 'Barqi' Azami
namī-dānam che manzil buud shab jaa.e ki man būdam
ba-har-sū raqs-e-bismil buud shab jaa.e ki man būdam
It was a strange and unknown place, last night, where I was,
All around the place Bismils (half slaughtered) were dancing divinely, last night, where I was.
parī-paikar nigāre sarv-qadde lāla-ruḳhsāre
sarāpā āfat-e-dil buud shab jaa.e ki man būdam
Angelic, slender as a cypress tree and rose faced beings,
Turned into a torment for our heart, last night, where I was.
raqībāñ gosh-bar-āvāz uu dar naaz va man tarsāñ
suḳhan guftan che mushkil buud shab jaa.e ki man būdam
Every rival gave ear to his voice, his pride silenced me and I in my fear,
I found no words to speak, my fear made the conversation
difficult, last night, where I was.
ḳhudā ḳhud mīr-e-majlis buud andar lā-makāñ 'ḳhusrav'
mohammad sham.a-e-mahfil buud shab jaa.e ki man būdam
O Khusrau, I beheld a sacred gathering adorned by God Himself as the gracious Host,
And Muhammad was shining as the radiant flame at its heart, last night, where I was.
marā az ātishe-e-ishq-e-tū dāman soḳht ai 'ḳhusrav'
mohammad sham.a-e-mahfil buud shab jaa.e ki man būdam
O Khusro, the fire of love has turned my cloak to ash,
Mohammad himself gleamed as the luminous flame of the gathering, last night, where I was.
nami-danam che manzil bud shab jae ki man budam
ba-har-su raqs-e-bismil bud shab jae ki man budam
It was a strange and unknown place, last night, where I was,
All around the place Bismils (half slaughtered) were dancing divinely, last night, where I was.
pari-paikar nigare sarw-qadde lala-ruKHsare
sarapa aafat-e-dil bud shab jae ki man budam
Angelic, slender as a cypress tree and rose faced beings,
Turned into a torment for our heart, last night, where I was.
raqiban gosh-bar-awaz u dar naz wa man tarsan
suKHan guftan che mushkil bud shab jae ki man budam
Every rival gave ear to his voice, his pride silenced me and I in my fear,
I found no words to speak, my fear made the conversation
difficult, last night, where I was.
KHuda KHud mir-e-majlis bud andar la-makan 'KHusraw'
mohammad shama-e-mahfil bud shab jae ki man budam
O Khusrau, I beheld a sacred gathering adorned by God Himself as the gracious Host,
And Muhammad was shining as the radiant flame at its heart, last night, where I was.
mara az aatishe-e-ishq-e-tu daman soKHt ai 'KHusraw'
mohammad shama-e-mahfil bud shab jae ki man budam
O Khusro, the fire of love has turned my cloak to ash,
Mohammad himself gleamed as the luminous flame of the gathering, last night, where I was.
- Book : Nagmat-e-Sima (Pg. 228)
- Publication : नूरुलहसन मौदूदी साबरी (1935)
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