One of my favourite Ghazals by Ghalib, sung beautifully by Jagjit Singh:
(just the verses that bowl me over)
bazeecha-e-atfal hai duniya mere aage
hota hai shabo roz tamasha mere aage
hota hai nihan gard main sehra mere hote
ghista hai jabeen khaakh pe dariya mere aage
mat poochh ke kya haal hai mera tere peechhe
tu dekh ke kya rang hai tera mere aage
eeman mujhe roke hai jo kheeche hain mujhe kufr
kaaba mere peechhe hai, kalisa mere aage
gohaath ko jumbish nahi, aankhon main to dum hai
rehne do abhi saaghro meena mere aage
The ghazal at first glance drips of arrogance, but Jagjit Singh's voice carries through the pain of the spurned, or so it seems to me. Of course the beauty of poetry and art is that you can take it to mean whatever you want :)
4 comments:
One of Ghalib's very finest.
Muhaafiz: yes, one of his finest, though its hard to pick favorites. Thanks for visitng :)
Its not about arrogance.. Bajicha.. is a discourse of Ghalib with the Almighty... where he says before the eyes of Almighty, Tamasha happens, people suffer and pain dwells in this World.. he asks the Almighty why he allows that to happen...
Mahesh...like I said, beauty of art is that you can interpret it anyway you want to. To me, it reflects the arrogance of the Gods who let the 'tamasha' happen. Maybe what Ghalib intended was entirely different.
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