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Quite Unlikely…

لبِ دریا، جام و مینا، مہ کامل نظر آتا ہے

میرے  یار تیرا بچنا،  مشکل  نظر آتا ہے

A quiet beach

The cup and the measure, the full moon

It is quite unlikely

That you’ll survive this

 

ابھی ہٹائیں کے نہ یہ لٹیں تیرے رخ سے

چاند چہرہ پسِ زلف، بمشکل نظر آتا ہے

So should I brush away?

The stray hair strands from your face

You moon like beauty

Appears somewhat hidden

 

اک نگاہ میں جان گئے تیرے دل کے راز

صاف چہرے پے، حالِ  دل  نظر  آتا ہے

With one look

I knew what you hid

Your face reveals

What your heart conceals

 

کون کہتا ہے کے خدا دکھائی نہیں دیتا

ہر جاہ وہ جلوہ نما!  بلکل نظر آتا ہے

And who says

That beauty can not be seen

I see her signs everywhere

I absolutely do!

 

کدھر ہے وہ  گستاخ  سچ گو شاعر؟

وہی یہاں سزا کے قابل نظر آتا ہے

Where is that inordinate poet

That dares to speak the truth

He deserves

A severe punishment

 

کون مانے گا؟ یہ صورت اور یہ حرکت

لوگ بولیں استاد شکلأ، عاقل نظر آتا ہے

And who will believe

A match between visage

And habits

The people say he looks reasonable enough

 

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Look upon my own deeds… حساب آیا

Poetry and rhythm are deeply connected particularly when we consider persian and urdu poetry that have a long history of melodic voices transferring the message of the poet to the audience. in certain cases, the voice itself added new meaning to the words particularly with regard to the works of poets such as Urfi, Rumi, Ghalib, Iqbal and Faiz. I say that because I feel that their poetry has layers of meanings and especially in the case of the Urdu poets Iqbal and Ghalib (more so than Faiz) because of the multiple meanings for words borrowed from Persian, Arabic or Sanskrit.

 

I am pretty sure I could write volumes (mostly filled with flawed information) with regard to various renditions of different verses by various artists but that might be a boring exercise for anyone who reads this. Nevertheless, I did try to work with a specific structure in this shoddy ghazal I present below. The commas in the line with the kafia should pleasantly present the structure (poorly made as it is) with regard to the ghazal itself.

نہ جانے شاعر کو پھر کیا خواب آیا

دلِ وحشی،  سکوں فاسق،  عذاب آیا

Another poetic prophetic dream

Has made my heart wild

Robbed me of calm

Placed me in misery

 

لوٹے یوں بھی کبھی درِ یار سے ہم

سوالی کو،  مایوس کن،  جواب آیا

And there were times

I came back from her door

Just as if

A beggar had been turned away

 

حالتِ جان یوں بھی کبھی بدلی یاروں

ویرانے میں، اچانک سے، گلاب آیا

And such was the turn of moods

As if a full bodied rose

Dropped into

A wasteland

 

ولولے تھے ہمیں دامنِ یزداں کے بہت

شرمندہ ہوے،  روزِ حشر،  حساب آیا

I had made plans

To reach for God’s apron

But I was ashamed

To look upon my own deeds

 

کسی خوشفہمی میں سفر ختم کر بیٹھے

منزل نہیں، نشان بھی نہیں، سراب آیا

A poor mistake to end the journey

You’re not at your detination

Not even close

It is a mere mirage

 

دورِ مطاہر تیرے دولت کدے میں

محفل سجی، شراب ائی، کباب آیا

I see happy times at your

House of wealth

There is wine

And good food

 

کچھ زاہدوں کے آج عقیدے بدل گئے

ماہ جبیں وہ، جواں ہوئی، شباب آیا

Certain pious men

Changed their beliefs today

The lady with a body like the moon

Has come of age

 

کوئی جستجو استاد کو پیاسا رکھے ہے

ورنہ وہ، ہر چشمے سے، سیراب آیا

There is something

That keeps him thirsty

Although he has had his fill

From many watering holes

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