Interpretation-Ghazal-69






1.

In the achievement of some difficult purpose the spell of weakness and humanity can do nothing, having no choice,
Now I will pray only, Oh God, may the lifetime of Khizra be long.
(I will seek such a thing as would already have been given.)
(Hazrat Khizra is a prophet, who always shows the way to lost ones, he has drunk the water of life and will remain until Doomsday.)
(It is entirely a new mischievousness.)
2.
You still consider the world of material substance to be separate from existence of God, although all this is the attraction of His power and not separate from Him,
As long as this state exists, do not cast your glance upon the substance and realty of the world.
(He wanders uselessly, enduring hardship, in existence without reference to God. He realized that there is still lowness and highness in the image of you. If that is so, then the image of you is still incomplete and defective.)
(It is a sarcasm towards the Sufis. You in your illusion want to traverse the road Unity Of Being, that is, monotheism and mystical knowledge. And in it you have established ranks, first attain "oblivion in the Shaikh", then "oblivion in the Prophet", and then "oblivion in God". If you are absorbed in these thoughts, then traversing the road is a vain and foolish task.)
(This is one of those hyper-metaphysical ones that it is hard to pin down even enough to fix up a few possible readings.)
3.
I agree that union with the beloved always shows ever-new spectacles of beauty,
But how can I obtain a mind to sit and constantly polish the mirror of waiting.
(Who would wait until the spectacle of the glory of beauty be vouchsafed.)
(Does anyone have a mind of such powerful mystic capabilities.)
(Will we be ever be able to come face to face with Divine beloved.)
4.
The lover's form has mingled with the dust, mixed with the dust,
But even now so much glory-worship remains that every grain has become a sun-worshiper.
(Just as grain of dust begin to sparkle when confronted by sun, so the grain of dust of the lover seek light from the sun of the beauty of the beloved.)
(Lover's body has decomposed into dust, each grain of which glitters adoringly in the sunlight, capturing and returning the glowing rays of the radiant, coquettish presence.)
5.
Oh! Ghalib, do not ask me about the capacity of the wine-home madness,
That there the bowl of the sky is like a receptacle for throwing away rubbish.
(How can I express the extent of the wine house of passion, where the sky, despite so much extent, is considered to have the capacity of a dustbin.)
(There it is not counted even, among the wine-glasses, but rather treated as a dustbin.)
((The people of passion and mystic knowledge consider the world, and creation, as trifles.)

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