A very good ghazal from Faraz. Especially the rhymes are superb and the thoughts are usual: bewafayi of the beloved and the complaining about it.It also marvels in being very simple in composition but high in concepts.
SILSILE TOD GAYA WOH SABHI JAATE JAATE
WARNAH ITNE TO MARASIM THE KE AATE JAATE.
[He broke all the means of communication as he went away. Though I reckon our understanding was such that at least we could have continued visiting each others place.]
SHIKWAH E ZULMAT E SHAB SE TO KAHIN BEHTAR THA
APNE HISSE KI KOI SHAMMA JALAATE JAATE.
[It was better if one had lighted a mere candle oneself instead of complaining about the darkness of the night]
KITNA AASAAN THA TERE HIJR MEIN MARNA JAANANA
PHIR BHI EK UMR LAGI JAAN SE JAATE JAATE.
[Although it was easy to die of the loneliness, O beloved, but still it took me a whole life dying slowly].
US KI WOH JANE USE PAAS E WAFA THA KE NAHIN
TUM FARAZ APNI TARAF SE TO NIBHAATE JAATE.
[Your beloved had any capacity to be faithful or not, I can’t say, but O Faraz, at least you could have played your part in keeping a semblance of relationship.]
Note: The second sher: instead of complaining about the darkness of the night….. is in my opinion very philosophical and the need of the hour. It is for all of us.