Here are the five famous Ghazals
of legendary poet Mirza
Ghalib, which are close to my heart. These Ghazals have a penetrating
effect on hearts. Ghalib the
famous Urdu and Persian Poet was born ob 27th
December 1797 in Kala Mahal Mohalla of Agra: The City of love, The City of Taj
Mahal. His real name was Mirza Asad-ul-lah Baig
Khan. “Ghalib” was his poetical surname. Ghalib’s father,
Mirza Abdullah Baig Khan, worked for the Nawab of Luck now and later for the
Nizam of Hyderabad. Ghalib lost his father, when he was just five years old.
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After his
father's death, he was taken care of by his uncle Nasr- Ul-lah Beg Khan, but v soon he too died he too died. Ghalib
henceforth lived with the rich parents of his mother.
At a very
young age of 13 Ghalib was married to Umrao Begum Daughter of Nawab Ilahi
Bakhsh Khan of Loharu' (younger brother of the first Nawab of Loharu, Nawab Mirza
Ahmad Baksh Khan). She was a God fearing, very reserved and unparalleled personality against Ghalib. They had
seven children but unfortunately none of them survived. This pain has
found its way into his poetry. In a letter he described his marriage as a
second confinement of life.
After
marriage he moved to Delhi and finally settled in a rented house in Gali Qasim
Jaan, Ballimaran, Chandni Chowk, in old Delhi .He last breathed on February 15,
1869. That house has now been turned into 'Ghalib Memorial' and houses a
permanent exhibition on him.
He lived
a careless and undisciplined life. Played chess and dice, borrowed books, drew loan, drank
incessantly, violated norms, and got punished by imprisonment but continued
with his manners. He never worked for livelihood.
Ghalib had a defamatory affair with a
courtesan, a fan of his poetry. An FIR was also registered against him in a
Police station in Delhi regarding this affair with that woman.
After the demise of
Court Poet Sheikh Ibrahim Zauq who
had the privilege of counselling the emperor
Bahadur Shah Zafar on his poetry, he was appointed as his mentor, as well
as a historian of the Mughal court, which brought him some financial security
and the appellation
of Najm-ud-daulah, Dabeer-u-lmulk, and
Nizam Jung, as well as the title of Mirza
Nausha. He was not given due respect and importance, fame came much later.
Today he is the most written and most read Poet.
Ghalib was a unique individual, who wrote the
finest kind of poetry in Urdu and Persian.
His poetries did not only depicted his failed
loved and its agony but also the philosophy of life and world and the mysticism.He stated himself during his lifetime that he would
be recognized for his contributions by the later generations,
and he could not be more accurate on this one.
The collection of Mirza Ghalib poetry is
classified as “Dewan –e-Ghalib”. The Persian collection of Mirza Ghalib titled
as “Kuliyat-e-Ghalib Farsi”. His beautifully Ghazals are sung by some of the many
renowned ghazal maestros like Talat Mahmood, Jagjit Singh, Mehdi Hassan, Abida
Parveen, Asha Bhosle, Ghulam Ali, Lata Mangeshkar, and Rahat Fateh Ali Khan and
many more...
Mirza
Ghalib’s Ghazal did not only depicted his failed loved and its agony but also
the philosophy of life and world and the mysticism.He stated himself during
his lifetime that he would be recognized for his contributions by the later generations, and he could not be more accurate on this one.
Now Ghalib is most read and written all over world.
(1)
(1) Phir mujhe
deeda-e-tar yaad aaya
Phir mujhe deeda-e-tar yaad aaya Dill, jigar tishna -e- phariyad aaya
Dam liya tha na qayamat
ne hanoz
Phir tera waqt -e- safar yaad aaya.
Zindagi yun bhi bhi
guzar hi jaati
Kyun tera raahguzar yaaad aaya
Phir tere kooche
ko jaataa hai khayaal
Dil -e-
gumgashta magar yaad
aaya
Koi veerani si veerani hai
dasht ko
dekh ke ghar yaad aaya
Maine majnu pe ladakpan
mein 'Asad
Sang uthaya tha, ki sar yaad aaya.
फिर मुझे दीदा-ए-तर याद आया
फिर मुझे दीदा-ए-तर याद आया
दिल जिगर तश्ना-ए-फ़रियाद आया दम लिया था न क़यामत ने हनोज़ फिर तेरा वक़्त-ए-सफ़र याद आया सादगी हाये तमन्ना यानी फिर वो नैइरंग-ए-नज़र याद आया ज़िन्दगी यूँ भी गुज़र ही जाती क्यों तेरा राहगुज़र याद आया फिर तेरे कूचे को जाता है ख़्याल
दिल-ए-ग़ुमगश्ता मगर याद आया
कोई वीरानी-सी-वीरानी है दश्त को देख के घर याद आया मैंने मजनूँ पे लड़कपन में 'असद' संग उठाया था के सर याद आया 
Hazaron
khwahishen aisi ke har khwaish pe dam nikle
Hazaron khwahishen aisi ke
har khwaish pe dam nikle
bahut nikle mere arman lekin phir bhi kam nikle
Dare kyun mera qatil kya
rahega usaki gardan
par
wo khun jo chashm-e-tar se umr bhar yun dam-ba-dam nikle
Nikalna khuld se adam
ka sunte aye
hain lekin
bahut be-abaru hokar tere kuche se ham nikle
Bharam khul jaye zalim
tere qamat ki
darazi ka
agar is turra-e-purapech-o-kham ka pech-o-kham nikle
Magar likhwaye koi us ko khat
to hamase likhawaye
hui subah aur ghar se kan par rakh kar qalam nikle
Muhabbat mein nahi hai farq jine aur marne ka
usi ko dekh kar jite hain jis kafir pe dam nikle
zara kar jor sine
par ki tir-e-pursitam
nikle
jo wo nikle to dil nikle jo dil nikle to dam nikle
Khuda ke
waste parda na kabe
se utha zalim
kahin
aisa na ho yan bhi wahi
kafir sanam nikle
Kahan maikhane ka darwaza 'ghalib' aur kahan waiz
par itna jante hain kal wo jata tha ke ham nikle
हज़ारों ख्वाहिशें ऐसी के हर ख्वाहिश पे दम निकले
हज़ारों ख्वाहिशें ऐसी के हर ख्वाहिश पे दम निकल
बहुत निकले मेरे अरमान लेकिन फिर भी कम निकले
डरे क्यूँ मेरा क़ातिल क्या रहेगा उसकी गरदन पर वो ख़ूँ जो चश्म ए तर से उम्र भर यूँ दमबदम निकले निकलना ख़ुल्द से आदम का सुनते आए हैं लेकिन बहुत बेआबरू होकर तेरे कूंचे से हम निकले भरम खुल जाए ज़ालिम तेरे क़ामत की दराज़ी का अगर उस तुररा ए पुरपेचोख़म का पेचोख़म निकले मगर लिखवाए कोई उसको ख़त तो हम से लिखवाए हुई सुबह और घर से कान पर रखकर क़लम निकले मोहब्बत में नहीं है फ़र्क़ जीने और मरने का उसी को देख के जीते हैं जिस काफ़िर पे दम निकले
ख़ुदा के वास्ते पर्दा ना काबे से उठा ज़ालिम,
कहीं ऐसा ना हो यां भी वही काफिर सनम निकले ।
कहाँ मैख़ाने का दरवाज़ा ग़ालिब और कहाँ वाइज़
पर इतना जानते हैं कल वो जाता था के हम निकले
(3) Ye na thi hamari qismat ke visal-e-yar hota
Ye na thi hamari qismat ke visal-e-yar hota
agar aur jite rehte yahi intazar hota
tere wade par jiye hum to ye jan jhooth jana
ke khushi se mar na jate agar aitabar hota
teri nazuki se jana ki bandha tha ahdboda
kabhi tu na tod sakata agar ustavar hota
koi mere dil se puche tere tir-e-nimakash ko
ye khalish kahan se hoti jo jigar ke par hota
ye kahan ke dosti hai ke bane hain dost naseh
koi charasaz hota, koi gamgusar hota
rag-e-sang se tapakata wo lahu ki phir na thamata
jise gham samajh rahe ho ye agar sharar hota
gham agarche jangusil hai, pe kahan bachen ke dil
hai
gam-e-ishq gar na hota, gam-e-rozagar hota
kahun kis se main ke kya hai, shab-e-gam buri bala
hai
mujhe kya bura tha marana agar ek bar hota
hue mar ke hum jo rusava, hue kyon na garq-e-dariya
na kabhi janaza uthata, na kaheen mazar hota
use kon dekh sakata ki yagana hai wo yakta
jo dui ke bu bhi hoti to kaheen do char hota
ye masail-e-tasavvuf, ye tera bayan ‘ghalib’
tujhe hum wali samajhate, jo na badakhvar hota
ये न थी हमारी क़िस्मत के विसाल-ए-यार होता
ये न थी हमारी क़िस्मत के विसाल-ए-यार होता
अगर और जीते रहते यही इन्तज़ार होता
तेरे वादे पर जिये हम तो ये जान झूठ जाना
कि ख़ुशी से मर न जाते अगर ऐतबार होता
तेरी नाज़ुकी से जाना कि बंधा था अ़हद बोदा
कभी तू न तोड़ सकता अगर उस्तुवार होता
कोई मेरे दिल से पूछे तेरे तीर-ए-नीमकश को
ये ख़लिश कहाँ से होती जो जिगर के पार होता
ये कहां की दोस्ती है कि बने हैं दोस्त नासेह
कोई चारासाज़ होता, कोई ग़मगुसार होता
रग-ए-संग से टपकता वो लहू कि फिर न थमता
जिसे ग़म समझ रहे हो ये अगर शरार होता
ग़म अगर्चे जां-गुसिल है, पर कहां बचे कि दिल है
ग़म-ए-इश्क़ गर न होता, ग़म-ए-रोज़गार होता
कहूँ किससे मैं कि क्या है, शब-ए-ग़म बुरी बला है
मुझे क्या बुरा था मरना? अगर एक बार होता
हुए मर के हम जो रुस्वा, हुए क्यों न ग़र्क़-ए-दरिया
न कभी जनाज़ा उठता, न कहीं मज़ार होता
उसे कौन देख सकता, कि यग़ाना है वो यकता
जो दुई की बू भी होती तो कहीं दो चार होता
ये मसाइल-ए-तसव्वुफ़, ये तेरा बयान “ग़ालिब”!
तुझे हम वली समझते, जो न बादाख़्वार होता
Dil-e-naadaan tujhe huaa kya
hai ?
Dil-e-naadaan tujhe huaa kya hai
?
Aakhir is dard kee dawa kya hai
Ham hain mushtaaq aur woh bazaar
Ya ilaahee ! Yeh maajra kya hai ?
Hamko unse wafa ki hai ummeed
Jo naheen jaante wafa kya hai
Main bhi muh me zabaan rakhataa hun
Kaash puchho ki mudda kyaa hai
Jab ki tujh bin naheen koyi maujood
Fir ye hangaama, ‘ei khuda ! Kya hai
Ye pari chehra log kaise hain
Gamaza-o-ishwa-o-ada kya hai
Shikan-e-zulf-e-ambari kyon hai
Nigah-e-chashm-e-surma sa kya hai
Sabz-o-gul kahaan se aaye hai
Abr kyaa chiz hai, havaa kyaa hai
Haan bhalaa kar, teraa bhalaa
hogaa
Aur daravesh ki sadaa kyaa hai
Jaan tum par nisaar karta hoon
Main naheen jaanata duaa kya hai
Maine maanaa ki kuchh nahi
“Ghalib”
Muft haath aaye, to buraa kyaa hai
दिल-ए-नादाँ
तुझे हुआ क्या
है
आख़िर इस दर्द की दवा क्या है
हम हैं मुश्ताक़ और वो बेज़ार
या इलाही ये माजरा क्या है
हमको उनसे वफ़ा की है उम्मीद
जो नहीं जानते वफ़ा क्या है मैं भी मुँह में ज़बान रखता हूँ काश पूछो कि मुद्दआ क्या है
जब कि तुझ बिन नहीं कोई मौजूद
फिर ये हंगामा, ऐ ख़ुदा क्या है
ये परी चेहरा लोग कैसे हैं
ग़म्ज़ा-ओ-इश्वा-ओ-अदा क्या है
शिकन-ए-ज़ुल्फ़-ए-अम्बरी क्यों है
निगह-ए-चश्म-ए-सुरमा क्या है
सब्ज़ा-ओ-गुल कहाँ से आये हैं
अब्र क्या चीज़ है हवा क्या है
हाँ भला कर तेरा भला होगा
और दरवेश की सदा क्या है
जान तुम पर निसार करता हूँ
मैं नहीं जानता दुआ क्या है
मैंने माना कि कुछ नहीं 'ग़ालिब'
मुफ़्त हाथ आये तो बुरा क्या है
Nuktaachin
hai, Gam-e-dil usko sunaaye na bane
Nuktaachin
hai, Gam-e-dil usko sunaaye na bane
kyaa bane baat jahaan baat banaaye na bane Gair phirataa hai liye yuu.N tere Kat ko ke agar koi puuchhe ke ye kyaa hai to chhupaaye na bane mai.n bulaataa to hun usako magar ai jazbaa-e-dil us pe ban jaaye kuchh aisii ki bin aaye na bane ishq par zor nahin hai ye vo aatish Ghalib ki lagaaye na lage aur bujhaaye na bane 
नुक्तचीं है, ग़म-ए-दिल
उसको सुनाये न बने
नुक्तचीं है, ग़म-ए-दिल उसको सुनाये न बने
क्या बने बात जहाँ बात बनाये न बने
ग़ैर फिरता है लिये यूँ तेरे ख़त को के अगर
कोई पूछे के ये क्या है तो छुपाये न बने मैं बुलाता तो हूँ उसको मगर ऐ जज़्बा-ए-दिल उस पे बन जाये कुछ ऐसी कि बिन आये न बने इश्क़ पर ज़ोर नहीं है ये वो आतिश ग़ालिब कि लगाये न लगे और बुझाये न बने |