ye shah’r apnaa, ajab shah’r hai
ke raatoN ko
saRak pe chaliye tau sargoshiyaaN sii kartaa hai
bulaa ke zakhm dikhaataa hai
raaz-e-dil kii tarah
dariiche band
galii chup
niDhaal diivaareN
kivaaR muh’r-balab
gharoN meN mayyateN thahrii hu’ii haiN barsoN se
kiraaye par —— !
Translation by Anisur Rahman from Fire and the Rose.
Our City
This city of ours is really strange:
it whispers at night
when we walk on the streets,
it beckons, and shows its wounds
as if they were the secrets of the heart.
Its windows are all shut;
its lanes silent;
its walls dead tired;
its doors sealed.
In houses only the corpses have
stayed on for years on rent.
Makhdoom Mohiuddin
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“dariiche band
galiiyaaN chup
niDhaal diivaareN
kivaaR muh’r-ba-lab”
Waah!
janab ho sake to mehdi hasan sahab ki mashhoor ghazalen sunvane ka intazam karen.
Makhdoom Mohiuddin saaheb kii ye nazm gazab kaa asar chhodtii hai
makhdum ek waquqt me hi rumaniyat pasand hain, inquelaab pasand hai, haqueeqat pasand hai aur inteshar pasand bhi. itne sare kam koi bahimmat jawan mard ke bas ka hi hai……..Unka wo sher”chameli ka mandwa” to subhanallah..unka puri salahiyat to usi se pata lag jata hai.Mohib sahab kanjusi na kare makhdum kuchh aur shar shamil kare. meharbani hogi..
shukrya……………
Another translation:
Our city is strange -
it whispers in the
nights when you
walk on roads
calls you to show
its wounds as if
the secrets of
its heart
its windows shut
alleys quiet
walls tired
doors locked
only the corpses stayed
in rented houses for years.