Faiz Ahmed Faiz

رات یوں دل میں تیری کھوئی ہوئی یاد آے
جیسے ویرانے میں چپکے سے بہار آ جاۓ
جیسے صحراؤں میں ہولے سے چلے باد نسیم
جیسے بیمار کو بے وجہ قرار آ جائے

I have never been a big fan of poetry but when I listened to this qita, I was stunned at its simplicity. In Dr. Ludmila Vassilieva’s words, it contains commonly used vocabulary, with a colloquial idea, yet its the arrangement of words in four simple lines which makes it eternally delightful.

I was delighted to see a poet looking beyond wasl ki rahat and bringing practicality in his poetry. His decision was to live the sufferings of everyone as if those were his own.

کیوں نہ جہاں کا غم اپنا لیں
بعد میں سب تدبیریں سوچیں
بعد میں سُکھ کے سپنے دیکھیں
سپنوں کی تعبیریں سوچیں

Only recently I got to read his letters to Alys Faiz which he wrote after his arrest in Rawalpindi case. First two are picked up from a brilliant book on Faiz by Dr. Ludmila. Others were translated by Ted Genoways in Urdu

On Lahore’s temperature

لاہورکا درجہ حرارت اخبار میں دیکھتا ہُوں تو دل دکھتا ہے. پھر میں تصور کرتا ہوں کے تنور کے سے دفتر میں تمہارا
پسینہ بہ رہا ہوگا، بچے دوپہر کی دھوپ میں پیدل گھر آ رہے ہونگے اور لمبی تپتی ہوئی شامیں ایک بوجھ جکی طرح تن بدن کو کچل رہی ہوں گی. مجھے ان سب تقاضوں کا احساس ہے جو تمہاری اکیلی جان سے کیے جا رہے ہیں، جن سے نجات کی کوئی فوری صورت ہے اور نہ آرام جسم و جان کی. صرف مشقت کا نہ ختم ہونے والا سلسلہ ہے جس کا نہ سلا ہے نہ معاوضہ. میں یہ سب کچھ جانتا ہُوں اور تمہاری دل جویی کے لئے میرے پاس الفاظ نہیں بہ جز اس کے کہ ہر سفر کبھی نہ کبھی ختم ہو جاتا ہے اور اگر زندگی باقی ہے تو مستقبل بھی باقی ہے.

On her traveling on bicycle

لاہور کے موسم کی خبروں سے کچھ تشویش رہتی ہے. اس موسم میں جب تپتے ہوے دفتر سے تمھارے سائکل پر اپنے گھر آنے کا سوچتا ہُوں تو اس خیال سے بچنے کے لئے زور سے آنکھیں میچ لیتا ہُوں. اگر تم اتنا لکھ دو کے ایک آدہ مہینے کے لئے تم نے سائکل چلانا بند کر دی ہے تو کچھ اطمنان ہوگا. اس میں کچھ خرچ تو بڑھ جائے گا لیکن ایسا بھی کیا خرچ ہوگا. وعدہ ہے کے ہم یہ پیسا پورے کر دیں گے.

On moving to Hyderabad Jail from Rawalpindi

How grandly we traveled! We had everything—the only thing missing was a brass band! The moment we boarded the train it felt as if all our troubles had vanished. The joy of traveling, the pleasure of seeing the world again, the elegant meal—so many delightful things happened to us all at once. For the first time since that distant day when they suddenly took me away from home, we had a really delicious meal—roast chicken,
pulao, fruit cocktail, and ice cream. (Unfortunately, I didn’t have an appetite.) But the best thing of all was to have some human company—the most cherished thing in the world—something we had been denied for so long…. Our home in the jail is not bad. We have enough to eat. It doesn’t get too hot either. Anyway, the worst days are over. Whatever else may happen, I need not fear being put into solitary confinement again. Nor is there any reason to fear further interrogation by the police. My life and my self-respect are intact. Now I can put before me your picture—and the children’s—and smile. My heart no longer aches thinking of you the way it used to. I am now more than ever convinced that in spite of everything life is wonderful—and also very lovely.

Expressing his views on popularity of his poetry despite the ban

I sometimes fear I might turn into a saint by the time I get out of the jail. Nothing bothers me. All the lies, the deceits, the false accusations which used to bother me so much in the past—now when I think of them I only laugh. In fact, in a way, I find delight in them. . . . These days, after the evening meal, I teach my friends Ghalib’s poetry. I find it very
enjoyable. I don’t mean to boast but I think I’m a very good teacher. I should never have left the job at the college and joined the army. Well, I’m now resolved that when this stupid case is all over, I shall only read and write.

Responding to Alys’s anniversary letter

You have mentioned how alone you are. I know how hard it must be for you. How heavy must be these hours of separation. One can’t wipe them off one’s mind. But one can certainly lessen the pain by recalling how good were the days that are gone — and how good will be the days that shall come. At least, that’s what I do. Since the day the gate of the jail was locked shut after me, I sometimes unravel the past to its very warp and woof. Then weave it together again in diverse manners. At other times, I try to catch the coming days in my imagination—then design with them all sorts of futures. It’s a useless pastime—that I know. Dreams can never be set free from the chain of the realities. But at least for a short while one can use one’s imagination to lift oneself out of the surrounding mire. Escapism is bad, but when one’s hands and feet are tied down it’s the only way to freedom. Thanks to such thoughts I now find the bars of the prison insignificant and illusory. Very often I don’t even think of them.

On the anniversary of the death of the man who in many ways changed my life…once I understood how to read, hear and comprehend his works. I wrote about his impact on my life in an earlier post titled Unraveling Bitter Threads & I refer to his works in a piece I wrote about the genocide in Bangladesh called The Dust From Blood Filled Eyes: On Bangladesh And The Acknowledgement Of Crimes.

Faiz Ahmed Faiz died on 20th November 1984.

The BBC Urdu service produced a small documentary about Faiz. It is in Urdu – I wish there was a version I could share with everyone. Its quite simple, but I suppose when you have lost something you love, anything will do.

Here is a performance by the incredible Iqbal Bano of one of Faiz’s poems

Here is Iqbal Bano singing that most amazing of Faiz’s work Dasht-e-Tanhai (Wasteland of solitude)

After Zaid Hamid’s latest bickering like a flame at Kerry Lugar bill, I was glad to see people finding holes in his argument and concluding it a biased outburst than a rational argument. However, reluctantly it was confessed that he is helping nurture patriotism and hope in youth, demoralized and baffled otherwise. He makes Pakistanis feel important by accusing Zionist and the western imperialist for all the socio-politico-economic problems in the country. Fear and apprehension of a common enemy for long has united divided nations.

It left bitter taste in my mouth. It made me feel ever more depressed to see nation building task left to people like Zaid Hamid. How far can we go with patriotism based on lies and deceit?

It made me wonder which countrymen should we be proud of? Lets see.

Mushtaq Ahmed Yusfi

I was in class eight when I read Yusfi’s zarguzasht for the first time. It was love at first sight. It was a welcome change from Imran series, the only other form of literature available in the town. I was amazed at his colloquial expression, keen observation, rich vocabulary and immaculate metaphors. Zarguzasht was followed by Khakim Badhan, Charagh Talay and finally Aab-e-Gum. I admired the ease with which he created humor. Someone has correctly pointed out that his humor is not circumstantial but literal.

What I found amazing was his choice of subjects. He picked up characters which we ignore as part of landscape amidst hustle bustle of life. What amazed me even more was his reluctance to say anything about himself. I found it hard to imagine him; how he looked, what he did and what was his take on social issues. He never exercised authority and the luxury to force his opinions and never appeared complaining to God for the hardships he and his friends suffered. He just stayed there as mere observer and faded away from the scenes, the way cat’s grin dissolved into nothing in Alice in wonderland.

Its only now that I understood his message clearly: to care about small details of a common man’s life, to cheer out small wins, to build hope by contributing, to bury egos and look beyond them. Someone rightly pointed out that Yusfi’s readers laugh their selves out and then they realize the melancholy tone behind the humorist narration. Suddenly tears flow to the side corners of readers’ eyes.

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Bahar Aai To Jaise Yak Baar

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Bahar aai to jaise yak baar
Llaut aaye hain phir adam se
Wo khwaab saarey, shabaab saare
Jo tere honton pe mar mite the
Jo mit ke har baar phir jiye the
Nnikhar gaye hain gulaab saare
Jo tere yaadon se mushk-bu hain
Jo tere ushshaaq kaa lahu hain

Ubal paRe hain azaab saare
Malaal-e-ahwaal-e-dostaan bhe
Khumaar-e-aaghosh-e-mahwashaan bhe
Gubaar-e-Khaatir ke baab saare
Ttere hamaare
Ssawal saare, Jawaab saare
Bbahaar aai to khul gaye hain
Naye sire se hisaab saare

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It Is Spring Again

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English Translation by Agha Shahid Ali

It is spring, And the ledger is opened again.
From the abyss where they were frozen,
those days suddenly return, those days
that passed away from your lips, that died
with all our kisses, unaccounted.
The roses return: they are your fragrance;
they are the blood of your lovers.
Sorrow returns. I go through my pain
and the agony of friends still lost in the memory
of moon-silver arms, the caresses of vanished women.
I go through page after page. There are no answers,
and spring has come once again asking
the same questions, reopening account after account.

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Tina Sani

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Courtesy: YouTube

Tujh ko kitnon ka lahu chahie ae arz-e-watan

Jo tere arz-e-berang ko gulnaar karein

Kitni aahon se kaleja tera thhanda hoga

Kitney ansoo tere sehraon ko gulzar karein

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The blood of how many do you need O motherland;

That which will brighten your colourless earth;

How  many sighs will soothe your heart;

How many tears will cause your deserts to bloom.

What should I say? How should I place my words in the right order such that they can rightly applaud Abbas effort of reviving the aroma of the master piece ” Raat Yun Dil Mein Teri Yaad Aye“. I must say it takes courage to even think of doing justice by re-arranging and singing a master piece that has already found it’s place in the hearts and minds of thousands and thousands of Faiz  lovers. I have always believed throughout these years that perhaps it is only Nayyar’s voice that can picture the depth of Faiz’s poetic artistry , especially these lines makes time stand still

Raat yun dil mein teri, khoyi hui yaad aayi,
Jaise viraane mein chupke se bahaar aa jaye,
Jaise sahraaon mein haule se chale baad-e-naseem,
Jaise bimaar ko be-wajaah quraar aa jaaye.

One of my friend forwarded me Abbas Ali khan’s cover of “Raat Yun Dil mein teri yaad aye”, I was never expecting it to be as relaxing and soothing as a somber autumn breeze. I repeatedly listened it for a while with my eyes closed , a dreamy composition in a blend with Abbas vocals pulled my hand and draws me back in time. It feels like , if I was watching the dance of the silence as  raindrops hymn..

Hat’s off  to Abbas Ali khan and surely this industry needs mature musicians like him.. Wish to hear more from his side in future.

Ghazal byFaiz Ahmed Faiz. Wonderful, wonderful words. (http://www.hallagulla.com/urdu/nazam-600/mere-dil-mere-musafir-136626.html)

Amazingly sung by Tina Sani and with such ease.

I don’t like all of the Tina Sani’s  singings, but this one is really good.

If you can find anyother of songs sung in this program please let me know

آیے ہاتھ اٹھایں ہم بھی
ہم جنہیں رسم دعا یاد نہی
ہم جنہیں سوز محبت کے سوا
کوئی بت، کوئی خدا یاد نہی

آ یے عرض گزاریں کہ نگار ہستی
زہر امروز میں، شیرینی فردا بھر دے
وہ جنہیں تاب گرانباری ایام نہی
ان کی پلکوں پہ شب و روز کو ہلکا کر دے

جن کی آنکھوں کو رخ صبح کا یارا بھی نہی
ان کی راتوں میں کوئی شمع منور کر دے
جن کے قدموں کو کسی راہ کا سہارا بھی نہی
ان کی نظروں پہ کوئ راہ, اجاگر کر دے

جن کا دین پیروی کذب و ریا ہے انکو
ہمت کفر ملے ، جرأت تحقیق ملے
جن کے سر منتظر تیغ جفا ہیں ان کو
دست قاتل کو جھٹک دینے کی توفیق ملے

عشق کا سر نہاں جان تپاں ہے جس سے
آج اقرار کریں اور تپش مٹ جائے
حرف حق دل میں جو کھٹکتا ہے کانٹے کی طرح
آج اظھار کریں اور خلش مٹ جائے
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آیے ہاتھ اٹھایں ہم بھی
ہم جنہیں رسم دعا یاد نہی

(فیض احمد فیض)

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Meray Dard Ko Jo Zuban Milay

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Mera dard hai naghma-e-be-sada
Meri zaat zarra-e-be-nishan
Meray dard ko jo zuban milay
Mujhe apna nam-o-nishan mile
Meri zaat ka jo nishan milay
Mujhe raz-e-nazm-o-jahan mile
Jo mujhe ye raz-e-nihan mile
Meri khamoshi ko bayan mile
Mujhe kaenat ki sarwari
Mujhe dolat-e-do jahan mile

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If My Suffering Found a Tongue

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My suffering is a song unsung
My soul a speck without a seal

If my surfing found a tongue
My name and sign it would reveal

If of my soul I found the sign
I would perceive the world’s design

If this secret were in my reach
My silence would acquire speech

Sway over all created things
And the empire of both worlds be mine

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Nayyara Noor

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Hum Dekhian  Gey

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Poem by Faiz Ahmed Faiz

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Hum Dekhain Gay
We shall see
Lazim Hai ke hum Bhi Dekhain Gay
certainly we, too, will see/ We shall see

Woh Din ke Jis ka Wadah Hai
that day that has been promised us
Jo Loh-e-Azl pe Likha hai
Which is written with God’s ink
Hum Dekhain Gay
We shall see

Jab Zulm-o-Sitam ke Koh-e-garaan
When the mountains of cruelty and torture
Ruii ki Tarah Urd Jain Gay
Will fly like pieces of cotton

Hum Mehkumoon ke Paun Talay
Under the feet of the governed
Yeh Dharti Dhard Dhard Dhardkay gi
this earth shiver, shake and beat

Aur Ehl-e-Hukum ke Sar Uper
And over the head of the ruler
Jab Bijli kard Kard Kardke gi
When lightening will thunder
Hum Dekhain Gay
We shall see

Jab Arz-e-Khuda ke kabay se
When from this God’s earth’s (Kaa’ba)
Sab but Uthwaaiy Jain gay
All the idols will be removed

Hum Ehl-e-Safa Mardood-e-Haram
Then we, of clean hearts–condemned by
zealots those keepers of faith
Masnad pe Bithaaiy jain gay
We, will be invited to that altar to sit and Govern

Sab Taaj Uchalay jain gay
When crowns will be thrown off
Sab Takht Giraaiy Jain gay
and over turned will be thrones

Bas Naam rahay Ga Allah ka
Then only God’s name will remain
Jo Ghayab Bhi hai Hazir Bhi
Who is invisible and visible too
Jo nazir bhi hai manzar bhi
Who is the seer and and is seen

Uthay ga Analhaq ka Naara
When the anthem of truth will be raised
Jo Main bhi Hun aur Tumbhi ho
Who I am too, And so are you

Aur Raaj karay gi khalq-e-Khuda
And the people of God will rule
Jo main bhi hun aur tum bhi ho
Who I am too, And so are you

Hum Dekhain Gay
We shall see
Lazim Hai ke hum Bhi Dekhain Gay
certainly we, too, will see/ We shall see
Hum Dekhain Gay
We shall see

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Iqbal Bano

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Faiza Butt. Get out of my dreams II, 2008. Ink on polyester film. H. 22 x W. 28 1/2 in. (55.9 x 72.4 cm). Private collection, London.

PAKISTANI ART SHOW

Along with the Japan Society and the ICP, the Asia Society based in New York is developing a reputation for curating the most influential books and shows to document emerging art coming out of Asia today.

Its upcoming show Hanging Fire promises to be no exception. Introducing Pakistani contemporary art to a wider Western audience, this taste-making show highlights the major artists to watch and trends to follow.

Find below more information from the press release:

Despite Pakistan’s reputation in the West as a politically and socially volatile nation, it has been fostering a vibrant yet low-profile contemporary art scene for the past two decades. 

The Asia Society Museum in New York City is proud to present this work in the first major exhibition of contemporary Pakistani art in the United States.

Hanging Fire: Contemporary Art From Pakistan will explore the seeming contradiction of Pakistan’s flourishing art scene within the struggling nation.

 Hanging Fire is curated for the Asia Society by the distinguished Salima Hashmi, one of Pakistan’s most important writers and curators, and the daughter of Pakistan’s most renowned poet, Faiz Ahmed Faiz.

The exhibition will showcase 55 works by 15 artists, comprising installation art, video, photography, painting and sculpture. A number of the works have never been exhibited, including a large-scale site-specific painting by Imran Qureshi.

On the inspiration for the show, Asia Society Museum Director,  Dr. Melissa Chiu, comments:

“The idea for Hanging Fire came from a recognition that over the past decade, a new generation of artists in Pakistan have created compelling works that have largely gone unnoticed outside their country. The exhibition includes artists for whom the highly charged socio-political context in which they live and work is critical to understanding their art.”

 

A list of artists in the exhibition follows:

• Hamra Abbas, b. 1976, Kuwait; lives and works in Rawalpindi, Pakistan, and Boston
• Bani Abidi, b. 1971, Karachi; lives and works in Karachi
• Zahoor ul Akhlaq, b. 1941, Delhi; died 1999, Lahore
• Faiza Butt, born 1973, Lahore; lives and works in London
• Ayaz Jokhio , b. 1978, Mehrabpur, Sindh; lives and works in Lahore
• Naiza Khan, b. 1968, Bahawalpur, Punjab; lives and works in Karachi
• Arif Mahmood, b. 1960, Karachi; lives and works in Karachi
• Huma Mulji, b. 1970, Karachi; lives and works in Lahore
• Asma Mundrawala, b. 1965, Karachi; lives and works in Karachi
• Imran Qureshi, b. 1972, Hyderabad, Sindh; lives and works in Lahore
• Rashid Rana, b. 1968, Lahore; lives and works in Lahore
• Ali Raza, b. 1969, Lahore; lives and works in Boone, North Carolina, and Lahore
• Anwar Saeed, b. 1955, Lahore; lives and works in Lahore
• Adeela Suleman, b. 1970, Karachi; lives and works in Karachi
• Mahreen Zuberi, b. 1981, Karachi; lives and works in Karachi

Related Links:

Imran Qureshi (born 1972). Moderate Enlightenment, 2007. Gouache on wasli. H. 9 x W. 7 in. (22.9 x 17.8 cm). Aicon Gallery, New York.

• Asia Society
• Time Out New York- more images
• Artfully Provocative: Gulf News reports on this this exhibition
• Hanging Fire by Yale University Press
• Art Asia Pacific reports on contemporary Pakistani art

Related Posts:

The posts below provide more introductory material to Pakistani contemporary art useful for comparison with the Asia Society’s take on the art scene in Pakistan.

• Pakistani Contemporary Miniature Art- Video- June 09
• Rarely Exhibited Art and More Firsts at Asian Contemporary Art Week 2009- April 09
• Three Pakistani Female Artists in New York, review-  Jan 09
• Emerging Pakistani Artists Getting Noticed in India and Abroad- July 2008
• Best of Pakistani Art in show Bradford, UK- July 2008

Contributed by Erin Wooters

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وہ وقت میری جان بہت دور نہیں ہے
جب درد سے رک جاینگے سب زیست کی راہیں
اور حد سے گزر جاےگا اندوہ نہانی
تھک جاینگی ترسی ہوئی ناکام نگاہیں
چھن جاینگے مجھ سے میرے آنسو میری آہیں
چھن جاےگی مجھ سے میری بیکار جوانی

شاید میری الفت کو بہت یاد کرو گی
اپنے دل معصوم کو ناشاد کرو گی
آؤ گی میری گور پہ تم اشک بہانے
نوخیز بہاروں کے حسین پھول چڑھانے

شاید میری تربت کو بھی ٹھکرا کے چلو گی
شاید میری بےسود وفاؤں پہ ہنسو گی
اس وضح کرم کا بھی تمہیں پاس نہ ہوگا
لیکن دل ناکام کو احساس نہ ہوگا

ال قصّہ مال غم الفت پہ ہنسو تم
یا اشک بہاتی رہو فریاد کرو تم
ماضی پہ ندامت ہو تمہیں یا کے مسرت
خاموش پڑا سوۓ گا درماندہ الفت

حسن مرہون جوش بادہ ناز
عشق منّت کش فسوں نیاز
دل کا ہر تار لرزش پیہم
جان کا ہر رشتہ، وقف سوز و گداز
سوزش درد دل کسے معلوم
کون جانے کسی کہ عشق کا راز
میری خاموشیوں میں لرزاں ہے
مرے نالوں کی گمشدہ آواز
ہو چکا عشق اب ہوس ہی سہی
کیا کریں فرض ہے اداے نماز
تو ہے اور اک تغافل پیہم
میں ہوں اور انتظار بے انداز
خوف ناکامی امید ہے فیض
ورنہ دل توڑ دے، طلسم مجاز

The first poem in Faiz series from his first book – “Naqsh faryadee”
خدا وہ وقت نہ لاۓ کہ سوگوار ہو تو
سکون کی نیند تجھے بھی حرام ہو جائے
تیری مسّرت پیہم تمام ہو جائے
تیری حیات تجھے تلخ جام ہو جائے
غموں سے آئینہ دل گداز ہو تیرا
ہجوم یاس سے بیتاب ہو کے رہ جائے
وفور درد سے سیماب ہو کے رہ جائے
تیرا شباب فقط خواب ہو کے رہ جائے
غورو حسن سراپا نیاز ہو تیرا
طویل راتوں میں تو بھی قرار کو ترسے
تیری نگاہ کسی غمگسار کو ترسے
خزاں رسیدہ تمنا بہار کو ترسے
کوئی جبیں نہ تیرے سنگ آستاں پہ جھکے
کہ جنس عجز و عقیدت سے تجھ کو شاد کرے
فریب وعدہ فردا پہ اعتماد کرے
خدا وہ وقت نہ لیے کے تجھ کو یار ہے
وہ دل کے تیرے لئے بے قرار اب بھی ہے
وہ آنکھ جس کو تیرا انتظار اب بھی ہے

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Mujhe Se Pehli Si Mohabbat

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Maine samjha tha ke tu hai to darakhshaan hai hayyaat
Tera gham hai to sham-e-dahar ka jhagra kya hai
Teri soorat se hai aalam mein baharon ko sabaat
Teri aankhon ke siwa dunya mein rakha kya hai

To jo mil jaye to taqdeer nigoon ho jaye
Yun na tha maine faqat chaha tha yun ho jaye
Aur bhi dukh hain zamane mein mohabbat ke siwa
Rahatein aur bhi hain wasl ki raahat ke siwa

Angeenat sadiyon ke taariq bahimanaa talism
Resham-o-atlas-o-kamKhwaab mein bunwaye hue
Jaa-ba-jaa biktey hue koochaa-o-bazaar mein jism
Khaak mein litharey hue, khoon mein nehlaaye hue

Jism nikaley hue amraaz ke tannuuron se
Peep behti hui jaltey hue naasuuron se
Laut jaati hai udhar ko bhi nazar kya ki jiye
Ab bhi dilkash hai tera husn mager kya ki jiye

Aur bhi dukh hain mohabbat ke dukh ke siwa
Rahatein aur bhi hain wasl ki raahat ke siwa

Mujhse pehli si mohabbat mere mehboob na maang

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Don’t Ask Me Now, Beloved

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Don’t ask me now, Beloved, for that love of other days
When I thoughy since you were, life would always scintillate
That love’s pain being mine, the world’s pain I could despise
That your beauty lastingness to the spring would denote,
That noyhing in the world was of worth but your eyes;
Were you to be mine, fate would bow low before me.

It was not so; it was only my wish that it were so;
Other pains esist than those that love brings,
Other joys than those of lover’s mingling.
Dark fareful talisman, come down the centuries,
Woven in silk and damask and cloth of gold;
Bodies that everywhere in streets sold
Covered with dust, all their wounds bleeding.

Bodies that have passed through the furnace of ills
With putrid ulcers which their humours spills.
How can I but turn my eyes sometimes that way?
Your beauty is still ravishing, what can I say?

Other pains exist than those that love brings,
Other joys than those of lovers’ mingling.
Don’t ask me now, Beloved, for that love of other days.

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Noor Jahan

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Sheelo Khan

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