The Taste of Words: An Introduction to Urdu Poetry

The Taste of Words: An Introduction to Urdu Poetry by Mir, Raza

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excerpt from ‘
Ramayan ka Ek Scene
’ that depicts the moment Lord Rama, who has been banished from Ayodhya for fourteen years, takes his final leave of his mother Kausalya .
Ramayan ka ek scene 2
    Rukhsat hua vo baap se le kar khuda ka naam
    Raah-e vafaa ki manzil-e awwal hui tamaam
    Manzoor tha jo maa ki ziyaarat ka intezaam
    Daaman se ashk pochh ke dil se kiya kalaam
    Izhaar-e bekasi se sitam hoga aur bhi
    Dekha hamen udaas to gham hoga aur bhi
    Dil ko sambhaalta hua aakhir vo nau-nehaal
    Khaamosh maa ke paas gaya surat-e khayaal
    Dekha to ek dar mein hai baithi vo khasta haal
    Sakta sa ho gaya hai, ye hai shiddat-e malaal
    Tan mein lahoo ka naam nahin, zard rang hai
    Goya bashar nahin, koi tasveer-e sang hai
    Kya jaane kis khayaal mein gum thi vo begunaah
    Noor-e nazar pe deeda-e hasrat se ki nigaah
    Jumbish hui labon ko, bhari ek sard aah
    Li gosha haai chashm se ashkon ne rukh ki raah
    Chehre ka rang haalat-e dil kholne laga
    Har moo-e tan zaban ki tarah bolne laga
    Ro kar kaha; khamosh khade kyon ho meri jaan?
    Main jaanti hoon, kis liye aaye ho tum yahaan
    Sab ki khushi yahi hai tu sahra ko ho rawaan
    Lekin main apne moonh se na hargiz kahoongi ‘haan’
    Kis tarah ban mein aankh ke taare ko bhej doon?
    Jogi bana ke raaj dulaare ko bhej doon?
    Duniya ka ho gaya hai ye kaisa lahoo safed?
    Andha kiye hue hai zar-o-maal ki ummed
    Anjaam kya hai? Koi nahin jaanta ye bhed
    Soche bashar, to jism ho larzaan misaal-e baid
    Likkhi hai kya hayaat-e abad in ke waaste?
    Phaila rahe hain jaal ye kis din ke waaste?
    Leti kisi faqeer ke ghar mein agar janam
    Hota na meri jaan ko samaan ye baham
    Dasta na saanp ban ke mujhe shaukat-o-hasham
    Tum mere laal, thhe mujhe kis saltanat se kam?
    Main khush hoon, phoonk de koi is takht-o-taaj ko
    Tum hi nahin, to aag lagaaoongi raaj ko
    Sun kar zaban se maa ki ye faryaad dard khez
    Us khasta jaan ke dil pe chali gham ki tegh-e tez
    Aalam ye tha qareeb, ke aankhen hon ashk rez
    Lekin hazaar zabt se rone se ki gurez
    Socha yehi, ke jaan se bekas guzar na jaaye
    Nashaad hum ko dekh ke maa aur mar na jaaye
    Phir arz ki ye maadar-e nashaad ke huzoor
    Mayoos kyon hain aap? Alam ka hai kyon wufoor?
    Sadma ye shaaq aalam-e peeri mein hai zaroor
    Lekin na dil se keejiye sabr-o-qaraar door
    Shayad khizaan se shakl ayaan ho bahaar ki
    Kuchh maslahat isi mein ho parwardigaar ki
A scene from the Ramayana
    He said goodbye to his father taking the name of God
    The first step on fidelity’s tough path his feet had trod
    Now for a meeting with his mother he began to plod
    Wiping his tears he spoke inward squaring his shoulders broad
    ‘I dare not let her see my pain; it will cause her more grief
    Better I show a smiling face that may give her relief.’
    Thus steeling his sad heart, the youth began to move at last
    He reached but found her silent, lost in her own thoughts, downcast
    Alone in a doorway, though contemplating something vast
    He’d braced for tears but was rendered dumbstruck by this contrast
    Her body appeared bloodless, her colour yellow and pale
    As if she was no human form but a stone statue, frail
    Wonder what passed through the mind of that woman innocent
    She cast a glance at her scion, her gaze like a lament
    Her lips quivered as if she would give voice to her torment
    Finally grief moved from her heart and to her eyes it went
    The colour of her face began to portray her heart’s plight
    Her grief became a tongue itself, and commenced to recite
    With weeping eyes she asked her son, ‘Why don’t you speak your mind?
    I know what errand brings you here, what puts you in a bind
    “Everyone will be happy if I leave,” you have divined
    But I will never permit you to go, let me remind
    You that you are my shining star, I’ll never let you go
    Like a yogi to the forest, I must say no, no, no.
    ‘Has this world lost its loyalty, why has our blood turned white?
    Has the desire for wealth and fame caused us to lose our sight?
    How will this sorry story end? It will only cause

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