This marvelous and intricate poetry of the great Urdu poet Mirza Asad Ullah Khan aka Ghalib is not just the theme of this blog, but a divine truth. It doesn’t only tugs my heartstrings but bestows upon me a myriad of emotions…No doubt it’s one of the greatest Urdu poetry ever written..Poignant, Lament, Perplexing, Astonishing!
And the rendition of this poetry in scintillating, gloomy voice of Shubha Mugdal from the movie Hazaaron khwahishen aisi is equally magical . Click here to listen
Hazaaron khwahishen aisi ke har khwahish pe dam nikle
Bohat niklay mere armaan, lekin phir bhi kam nikle
Thousands of desires, each worth dying for…
many of them I have realized…yet I yearn for more…
So true..Such a deep thought. I’ll die a thousand times on it !
Life is all about desires..when one desire is fulfilled, you start thinking of the next…Some are realized and some remain unfulfilled. Its the unfulfilled one which gives pain and agony to the person and ..we don’t care much about those which are fulfilled.
Nikalna khuld se aadam ka soonte aaye hain lekin
Bahot be-aabru hokar tere kooche se hum nikle
We have heard about the dismissal of Adam from Heaven,
With a more humiliation, I am leaving the street on which you live…
The lover has suffered more than the Adam and feels embarrassed and humiliated after his lover has shown him the doors. The beauty is that he compares the house of his love with the heaven…
Mohabbat mein nahin hai farq jeenay aur marnay ka
Usi ko dekh kar jeetay hain, jis kaafir pe dam nikle
When in love, there is little difference between life and death
we live by looking at the infidel who we are willing to die for
Again A masterpiece! I just love this..
Daray kyon mera qaatil? kya rahega us ki gardan par?
Voh khoon, jo chashm-e-tar se umr bhar yoon dam-ba-dam nikle
Why should my killer (lover) be afraid? No one will hold her responsible
for the blood which will continuously flow through my eyes all my life
What an imagination and what a thought!
Magar likhvaaye koi usko khat, to hum se likhvaaye
Hui subaha, aur ghar se kaan par rakh kar qalam nikle
But if someone wants to write her a letter, they can ask me, every morning I leave my house with my pen on my ear.
What a way of describing the of restlessness and impatience of a dejected lover for his/her lost love who is desperate and eager to talk to him/her and is just waiting for an occasion.
RAHUL CHAWLA 