In my last post, in which I posted poetry by Bashir Badr, I mentioned the introduction of the collection had been done by Nida Fazli. Its a good time to introduce some poetry by this well-known poet too! I have come across some very beautiful ghazals by him, and quite a few of his ghazals have been sung by Jagjit Singh. I admire his poetry for two main reasons - the philosophical bend usually conveyed through everyday objects, and the rhythm.
Right now, I am posting two of his ghazals, that I like most. Will post more in time to come.
ziNdagii kyaa hai, kitaabo ko haTaa kar dekho,
wo sitaaraa hai, chamakne do yuuNhii aaNkho meN,
kyaa zaruurii hai usey jism banaa kar dekho,
pattharo kii bhii zubaaN hotii hai, dil hotaa hai,
apne ghar ke dar-o-deewaar sajaa kar dekho,
faaslaa nazro kaa dhokhaa bhii to ho saktaa hai,
wo mile yaa na mile, haath baDhaa kar dekho.
Go out in the sun, take a shower in the rains
Put away the books, and see what is life
It is a star, let it shine in your eyes
Is it necessary to see it having a body [to know it]
The stones can also have a voice, a heart
See it - adorn the doors and walls of your home
The distance can be just a perception
You may find it [him/her] or not, spread your arms to find it
duniyaa jise kahate hai.n jaaduu kaa khilonaa hai
mil jaaye to miTTii hai kho jaaye to sonaa hai
achchhaa-saa ko_ii mausam tanhaa-saa ko_ii aalam
har vaqt kaa ronaa to bekaar kaa ronaa hai
barasaat kaa baadal to diivaanaa hai kyaa jaane
kis raah se bachanaa hai kis chhat ko bhigonaa hai
Gam ho ki Khushii dono.n kuchh der ke saathii hai.n
phir rastaa hii rastaa hai ha.Nsanaa hai na ronaa hai
aavaaraa_mizaajii ne phailaa diyaa aa.Ngaan ko
aakaash kii chaadaar hai dharatii kaa bichhonaa hai
[aavaaraa_mizaajii = wanderlust/habit of wandering about]
[chaadar = sheet; bichhonaa = bed]
If you get it, it's dirt, if you lose it, it's gold
[dirt => worthless, gold => valuable]
A beautiful weather, a solitary moment
Crying all the time is useless crying
The rain cloud is crazy, it does not know
Which path to avoid, which roof to wet
My wanderlust has extended my courtyard
I have the sky for a sheet, and the earth for a bed
Right now, I am posting two of his ghazals, that I like most. Will post more in time to come.
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dhuup meN niklo, ghaTaao meN nahaa kar dekho,ziNdagii kyaa hai, kitaabo ko haTaa kar dekho,
wo sitaaraa hai, chamakne do yuuNhii aaNkho meN,
kyaa zaruurii hai usey jism banaa kar dekho,
pattharo kii bhii zubaaN hotii hai, dil hotaa hai,
apne ghar ke dar-o-deewaar sajaa kar dekho,
faaslaa nazro kaa dhokhaa bhii to ho saktaa hai,
wo mile yaa na mile, haath baDhaa kar dekho.
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Go out in the sun, take a shower in the rains
Put away the books, and see what is life
It is a star, let it shine in your eyes
Is it necessary to see it having a body [to know it]
The stones can also have a voice, a heart
See it - adorn the doors and walls of your home
The distance can be just a perception
You may find it [him/her] or not, spread your arms to find it
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duniyaa jise kahate hai.n jaaduu kaa khilonaa hai
mil jaaye to miTTii hai kho jaaye to sonaa hai
achchhaa-saa ko_ii mausam tanhaa-saa ko_ii aalam
har vaqt kaa ronaa to bekaar kaa ronaa hai
barasaat kaa baadal to diivaanaa hai kyaa jaane
kis raah se bachanaa hai kis chhat ko bhigonaa hai
Gam ho ki Khushii dono.n kuchh der ke saathii hai.n
phir rastaa hii rastaa hai ha.Nsanaa hai na ronaa hai
aavaaraa_mizaajii ne phailaa diyaa aa.Ngaan ko
aakaash kii chaadaar hai dharatii kaa bichhonaa hai
[aavaaraa_mizaajii = wanderlust/habit of wandering about]
[chaadar = sheet; bichhonaa = bed]
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That what is called world, is like a magic toyIf you get it, it's dirt, if you lose it, it's gold
[dirt => worthless, gold => valuable]
A beautiful weather, a solitary moment
Crying all the time is useless crying
The rain cloud is crazy, it does not know
Which path to avoid, which roof to wet
My wanderlust has extended my courtyard
I have the sky for a sheet, and the earth for a bed
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