Tuesday, December 07, 2021

Main Apne Saath Hun

Main Apne Saath Hun

[by Siyaah]


Main apne saath hun

main apni baatein samajhta hun

apni ghaltiyon pe ghaur karta hun

haath pakad ke khud ko 

uthata hun

dilaasa dilaata hun

kuchh kehta hun

kuchh sunta hun

ro leta hun

hans deta hun

kabhi ghumney jaata hun 

kabhi duur nikal jaata hun

kabhi kho jaata hun

khud ko dhundh kar phir waapas laata hun

kahaniyon mei uljhaata hun

phir sab khayaal suljhaata hun

so jaata hun

jag jaata hun 

raat bhar ke khwab yaad karta hun

bhool jaata hun.


Main apne saath hun

main aksar haar jaata hun

purani jeet aur haar yaad karta hun

phir wahi sab dohraata hun

khud ko samjhane ke liye sab likhtaa hun

mitaata hun

behel jaata hun

kitaabon mei kho jaata hun

un kirdaaron ki daastanon se

kuchh naya laata hun

puraney se milwaata hun

nayi dhunein 

puraney khud ko sunwaata hun

main ab kya hun shaayad main bhi nahi jaanta hun

kabhi to khud ko nahi pehchanta hun

jaisa bhi hun

jo bhi hun

Main apne saath hun. 


Bohot ehtiyaat se khud ko

duniya se milwaata hun

ghabra jaata hun

thak jaata hun

bikhar jaata hun 

bas bachh jaata hun

Main apne saath hun.


Log itne logon se

itna kyun milte hain

kya baatein karte hain

kya chahte hain

samajh nahi paata hun

shayad ye log apne saath nahi rehte 

khair, mujhe kya

Main apne saath hun

aksar in logon ke beech

aksar in logon se duur

Main apne saath hun. 


Duur se raah pe dekhta hun

kuchh log ek group mei hain

koi ek jo tanhaa dikhta tha

nazdeek kisi se phone pe hai 

main kyun kisi group mei nahi

main kyun kisi ke nazdeek nahi

kya is liye, ke

Main apne saath hun.


Jahan tak main jaata hun 

jahan se laut aata hun 

wahan to koi aur nahi 

faqat-

Main apne saath hun.


Sach to ye hai ke ab 

na tum ho aur na koi aur

bas itne saalon se main hun

Main apne saath hun.







Saturday, October 16, 2021

Dard

Dard

by Siyaah.

Main dard mein hoon

Tumhare milne ke

Na milne ke

Main dard mein hoon

Tumhare

Apne

Main dard mein hoon

Khushion ke

Gham ke

Main dard mein hoon

Main dard mein hoon.

Friday, October 15, 2021

Kahf-e-Siyaah

Kahf-e-Siyaah

by Siyaah.

Jawaab jab ho ga likhunga,
Abhi to gum hoon sawaalon mein. 

Kyun khafaa ho ke tumse mukhatib nahin,
Main likhtaa to hoon risaalon mein.[2]

Mujhe mohabbat kabhi raas na aayi,
Aur na tum miley itney saalon mein.

Saans to main bhi le rahaa hoon yahaan,
Naam likh lo jeeney-waalon mein. 

Wahi jaega phir tumhey chhord ke,
Jo baandhey hai qasmon ke jaalon mein.

Ye duniya bhool jaayegi humein,
Yaad rakhegi chund misaalon mein.

Mujhe kyun kheench laye yahaan,
Khush tha main apne khayaalon mein.

Koi kahf-e-Siyaah hi mayassar ho,
Dum nikalta hai in ujaalon mein. [8]

[2] risaalon: plural of risaala, traditionally could mean essay, treatise, book etc., commonly in Urdu refers to magazines/journals...and by extension today could mean blogs and such online spaces. 
[8] kahf: cave; in spiritual traditions refers to the cave where the (seven) sleepers retreated, hidden and protected from a dysfunctional world where they were misfits i.e.  https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Seven_Sleepers

Note: this one has been 'in development' for long... and still without a matla. 

Thursday, September 30, 2021

Utha kar kyun na pheykein saari chizein...

Utha kar kyun na pheykein saari chizein;

Faqat kamron mei tehla kyun karein hum.

- Jaun Elia. 



All these things - why not seize and throw?

In these rooms - why continue to roam? 

[translated by Siyaah]



[Haider Iqbal is among the few who have sung Jaul Elia well, as in the above]


This is an example of how Jaun Elia’s sher can transcend multiple levels in an interconnected manner. I have often myself been mystified why I like some of his sher so much - why they affect one so much. 


Here’s what happens: 

At one level the sher is excellent in itself at what it is saying literally. A feeling - of desperation, angst, disturbance, or whatever you feel on hearing this situation that is described in this scenario. But this feeling is also a connection to a deeper level. And we know Elia is deep - deep in experiencing life, in reflecting on it (his prose, as others have pointed out is one way to immerse in the depth and range of his thinking). So the question is - what is at a deeper level connected to this feeling? This scenario is but a reflection of what a person like him may feel, and what may make him feel that way. This is the realm where a person with some depth will relate to the sher at a whole different level but may not even be able to or may not bother to explain that. 


What would make a person such as Jaun Elia roam about from room to room? And ask why don’t I just throw everything around? What would such a person be feeling about life? What would life mean to him or her to provoke this feeling and this metaphor. For yes, the scenario is also a metaphor. Roaming around in life from one life space or life experience or setting to another - how pointless is that to someone who is now transcending that... and the natural question thus would be - coming naturally from that depth - why not simply give up on all these settings and surroundings - not passively, but actively. To do something to destroy them all. 


For the apparently casual use of a simple word - pheykein, to throw, is at one level an expression of rage; but it is also to throw away as in give up on. How casually this is hidden away in the easy language - he often so easily hides away multiple shades of meaning, to the point that they may strike the sensibility of some of us but we don’t even know why - it’s almost a subconscious connection that he is able to evoke sometimes to different shades of meaning. To throw is thus to throw away. Or if we put the “throw in rage” meaning and “throw away” meaning together in one: To destroy all such meaningless relationships that keep us bounded - as if in a room - and we keep walking from one to another, only to be bounded again. There is no escape. Unless we can destroy this illusion that by moving from one to another - one place on this earth, one relationship, one job, one anything, to another - anything meaningful can be gained. It can’t be. You have to destroy all this that surrounds you. Only then will you escape this restless state. Only then you will find peace. Not in another room. But outside all possible metaphorical rooms. Outside. Away. Beyond all that is this world. 


It takes courage to leave all this hanging in the sher, say it this way - as it came to him and say no more, to be true to the state of mind to the feeling and leave it there, as an artist and add nothing more, and believe as an artist the art is done. Courage for it to not be fully deciphered by most. But as he says in another sher “hum to khud se kalaam kar rahe hain”. Only one who doesn’t give much of a damn about anything can do it this way - true only to the truth of the state, the feeling, the words and metaphor as they came to him, and leave it there. 


Tuesday, April 23, 2019

Roz sochtaa huun...

Roz sochtaa huun ke bas kahin chalaa jaun...
Phir ye sochtaa huun yahi soch kar to aaya tha yahaan.

[by Siyaah]

Friday, September 14, 2018

Maatam

Maatam

by Siyaah.

Naa khushi aur naa gham mein hoon,
Main ab bohot hi kam mein hoon. [1]

Safar-e-sahraa pataa hi nahin chal rahaa,
Main shayad us-hi chasm-e-nam mein hoon. [2]

Usko jaana tha waqai kisi kaam se,
Main aaj tak is waham mein hoon. [3]

Hai khizaan mein bahaar aaj kal mere ghar,
Main kisi ki aamad ke mausam mein hoon. [4]

Dil dhadak-ne lagaa, saans rukne lagi,
Main gunahgaar kiske haram mein hoon. [5]

Tum se keh doon haqiqat agar sun sako,
Main ab dum nikalne ke aalam mein hoon. [6]

Kaun afsos mei hai kisi-ke yahaan,
Siyaah khud hi ke maatam mein hoon. [7]

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[2] safar-e-sahraa: travel of the desert. chasm-e-nam: moist eye
[4] khizaan: autumn. aamad: expected arrival
[5] haram: home/enclosure
[7] maatam: mourning, grief

Saturday, June 10, 2017

Salaamat

Aaj ka din bhi aish se guzraa; 
Sar se paa tak badan salaamat hai. 

-Jaun Elia.

This day too passed in pleasure,
From head to toe, the body is intact.

(translated by Siyaah)


Notes:
aish: in pleasure, luxury, grandeur; the word in everyday usage also implies excessive enjoyment.
salaamat: Safe and sound; in safety and security. The everyday language in which it is used in the verse, there is an impliication that the object in question (body) was not hurt/damaged/broken, which I have captured by ‘intact’.

Jaun Elia’s choice of these two words reveals his style of saying so much with such simple, apparently everyday expressions. These two words provide intriguing contrasts:

At one level it is a commentary on the state of deprivation, uncertainty, and threats that one lives in where even such basic physical survival is equivalent to a luxury. Just having the body intact by the end of the day is considered a day of luxury and enjoyment.

But at another level, I belive what is left unsaid provides an additional hidden layer of meaning: while the body may be intact, what of the heart and soul? How shattered are those? The poet may be sarcastically celebrating the body being intact, implying that there is more which is shattered. And yet, thinking or talking of that is a luxury the poet cannot even undertake.

The couplet sounds simple yet at the same time immediately signals to the audience that there is more, keep probing for underlying meanings within the apparently direct words. That is Jaun Elia at his finest.

All these aspects make it one of my favorite Jaun Elia couplets.

Wednesday, January 18, 2017

In Siyaah's voice: Marking 10 years of the blog

So it turns out this experimental blog has lasted over 10 years!

What could I do to mark this milestone? For my fellow travelers on this journey - and there have been many - who encouraged me with their comments at any point over all these years, I wanted to share a new experiment.

A casual, somewhat fun, and impromptu recital at an informal mehfil of a few couplets from the ghazal Raah-e-Siyaah that I posted here some time ago. 

I apologize for the terrible quality, but maybe it is best so that at least some anonymity is preserved here as always. My attempt over the years has been to remain "unknown" and let the translations and poetry speak...perhaps I will delete this after some time...not sure.

Monday, January 18, 2016

Ghalib: Oblivion

Remembering Ghalib around his birthday (which passed a few weeks ago):

"My friend, the way your mind works beats me! When did I say that your poetry was not good? When did I say that you will find none in the world to understand it and appreciate its worth? 

But it is true that you are intent on poetry, while all my faculties are intent on attaining oblivion. To me the learning of Avicenna [Ibn Sina] and the poetry of Naziri are alike wasted, and pointless and illusory. To pass one's life one needs a little ease - and all the learning and power and poetry and magic are nothing. What of it if an avatar comes to the Hindus? And what of it if a prophet arises amongst the Muslims? What of it if a man wins fame in the world? And what if it if he lives out his life unknown? Let a man have something to live on, and physical health, and the rest is nothing, my dear friend. As a matter of fact, these too are nothing, but I have not yet reached the stage where I realize it. Perhaps in due course this veil too will fall from my eyes, and I shall pass beyond the stage where getting a living, and enjoying health and pleasure mean anything to me, and pass into a world where sensation ceases.

In the desolation in which I live I am lost to the whole world, indeed to both worlds. I go on giving my answers to suit the questions I am asked, and behave with every man as our relationship warrants; but it is all illusion in my sight - not a river, but a mirage; not reality, but fantasy. You and I are not bad poets. Suppose I grant we win the same fame as Saadi and Haafiz. What did their fame bring them? And what would ours bring us?"

Extract from a letter to Hargopal "Tufta", Ghalib's closest shaagird (student), written on 1st October 1859 in one of the most challenging times for Ghalib. His earnings (stipend from the Mughal court) were stopped, and most of his associates and friends were not yet allowed back into Delhi as part of the severe repression of British forces in response to the Indian revolt of 1857.
[From the translated and edited work "Ghalib: Life and Letters" by Ralph Russel and Khurshidul Islam].

Tuesday, August 04, 2015

Dil se dil

Ek dil se dil tod liyaa apna,
Na saaghar rahaa na tishnaa-e-lab.

- Siyaah.

Sunday, July 26, 2015

Main jahaan...main jisey...

Main jahaan bhi rahaa hoon,
Wahaan nahi rahaa hoon.
Main jisey bhi milaa hoon,
Usey nahi milaa hoon.

- Siyaah.

Thursday, December 04, 2014

Teri umeed tera intezaar jab se hai: Faiz Ahmed Faiz

Teri umeed tera intezaar jab se hai...
By Faiz Ahmed Faiz
[Interpretive Translation by Siyaah]

Teri umeed tera intezaar jab se hai,
Na shab ko din se shikaayat, na din ko shab se hai...

This hope, this wait for you - that I now have,
The night and the day no longer complain about each other...[1]

Kisi ka dard ho karte hain tere naam raqam,
Gilaa hai jo bhi kisi se tere sabab se hai...

The pain from one and all - in your name I register,
You are the reason for all my complaints about any other...[2]

Huwaa hai jab se dil-e-naa'saboor be-qaaboo,
Kalaam tujh se nazar ko bare adab se hai...

Ever since this impatient heart has turned unrestrained,
This gaze addresses you with a new respect altogether...[3]

Agar sharar hai to bharke, jo phool hai to khile,
Tarah tarah ki talab tere rang-e-lab se hai...

That which is a spark - turns wild, the blossom - blooms,
Your lips' color arouses desires of one kind or another...[4]

Kahaan gaye shab-e-furqat ke jaagne-waale,
Sitaara-e-sahari hum kalaam kab se hai...

Where are those gone - who would stay awake through the night of separation?
The morning star alone converses - it seems forever...[5]

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Translator's Notes:

Finished a translation after a long time - one that had been growing at the back of my mind for long. My favorite in terms of the uniqueness of Faiz's idea here is couplet [2]. The last couplet was the most difficult to translate - the last line has to be written in a way that it can capture two meanings: the morning star as the only conversation companion left for the poet; but also perhaps the morning star conversing with none but itself (in this sense the poet may identify with the star).

Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan has sung this is a way that I really like- lending it a strange and very slight melancholy quality - that is always there in every line but never goes out of control...as if one is resigned to this fate; the singing is an interpretation in itself.


A different style - surprisingly lesser known - is enjoyable in the older rendition by Ustad Amaanat Ali Khan.


Saturday, May 10, 2014

Raah-e-Siyaah

Ab ek dosti si hai usse,
Bas ek zindagi si hai usse...

Na uske saath hoon na tanhaa,
Ajab dillagi si hai usse...

Khoye un aakhon mein zamaane guzre,
Ab talak bekhudi si hai usse...

Kaun hua kiska baqaul-e-Firaaq,
Ummeed aakhri si hai usse... [4]

Is zindagi-e-gunaah ke beech,
Ek paakeezgi si hai usse...

Zindagi yoon bhi guzar hi jaati,
Haan ek dilchaspi si hai usse...[6]

Main kahaan khatam wo kahaan shuru,
Kaisi be-takallufi si hai usse...[7]

Hain sitaare kab se gardish mein,
Meri duniya thami si hai usse...

Har taraf dard dhoondhta hai mujhe,
Dil mein par ek khushi si hai usse...

Ab jo hosh hai to us hi se hai,
Jo hai deewaangi si hai usse...

Masjid-o-mandir se kya lagaaein dil,
Qurbat roohaani si hai usse...[11]

Kya sitaare nazar mein tikte,
Jab aisi chaandni si hai usse...

Mujhko maaloom hai sab hai to wahi,
Par har ek shay nayi si hai usse...

Wo jo ek mod par gayaa chhod kar,
Har taraf ek kami si hai usse...

Wo mila jo baad-e-pyaas-e-umr,
To ek tishnagi si hai usse...

Hai ek silsilaa-e-naummeedi,
Kadi jiski bandhi si hai usse...

Ab duaon mein hi naam hai uska,
Namaaz ki paabandi si hai usse...[17]

Chalo is janam jo hua so hua,
Aakhirat to bani si hai usse...[18]

Hain us hi raah-e-siyaah par hum,
Duur wahi roshni si hai usse...[19]

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[4] "Baqaul-e-Firaaq": As stated by Firaaq. References the lament by Firaaq Gorakhpuri "Kisi ka yoon to hua kaun umr bhar phir bhi", which I translated quite a while back.

[6] Dilchaspi: interest / curiosity.

[7] Be-takallufi: frankness / informality.

[11] Qurbat: continual approach and coming nearer, implying a connection / link

[17] Pabandi: regularity. Roohaani: spiritual.

[18] Aakhirat: hereafter / afterlife.

[19] Sometimes an entire ghazal can be held up for long because the right maqtaa (closing couplet) does not manifest itself...finally it did - how many interpretations are possible for this?

Tuesday, January 21, 2014

Somewhere the wind is blowing...I'm going there.

I have been translating Urdu poetry to English. But in this case, I wish I could translate from Korean to Urdu. J Rabbit is an indie Korean music duo that created this poignant, mellow, melancholic and yet somehow calming song.


This song featured in a recent Korean drama series (Sachoongi Medeullli or "adolescence/puberty medley" in the English translation - doesn't translate well I think), which also has some more Korean music, such as "Stargirl" (which starts the show, and fits well as the  slower background theme music). The dedication that has gone into making such a KBS series is quite impressive - amazing details and visuals- regardless of how one relates to the story...although I believe the characters, events and culture may ring a bell with a South Asian audience. With some patience, the full complexity of the story becomes clear - particularly the details of each character and their development - and it does serve as a window into understanding some aspects of contemporary culture there: 

A review (spoilers) with links to all four episodes here

Tuesday, January 07, 2014

Tum Mera Dukh Baant Rahi Ho: Jaun Elia


Tum Mera Dukh Baant Rahi Ho
[By Jaun Elia]
[Translated from the Urdu by Siyaah]

Tum mera dukh baant rahi ho, main dil mein sharminda hoon;
Apne jhootay dukh se tum ko kab tak dukh pohonchaunga...

You are sharing my sorrows – I am, in my heart, ashamed;
Till when, with my false sorrows, will I give you this pain. [1]

Tum to wafa mein sar-gardaan ho, shauq mein raqsaan rehti ho;
Mujh ko zawaal-e-shauq ka gham hai, main paagal ho jaunga...

You indeed are overcome with fidelity - swirling with desire;
I am mourning the loss of yearning – I will go mad. [2]

Jeet ke mujh ko khush mat hona, main to ek pachhtaawa hoon;
Khounga, kudhtaa hi rahunga, paaunga, pachhtaunga...

Rejoice not in winning me – I am but a regret;
I will lose, sulk forever; I will gain, I will regret. [3]

Ehad-e-rafaaqat theek hai lekin, mujh ko aisa lagtaa hai-
Tum to mere saath rahoge, main tanha reh jaunga...

The time of companionship is fine, but I feel:
You indeed will stay with me – I will be left alone. [4]

Shaam ko aksar baithay baithay dil kuchh doobne lagta hai;
Tum mujh ko itna mat chaaho, main shaayad mar jaunga...

At dusk sometimes, it is as though the heart is sinking;
Love me not to this extent – I may die. [5]

Ishq kisi manzil mein aa kar itna bhi be-fikr na ho;
Ab bistar par laitoonga main, lait-tay hi so jaunga... 

Let love, on reaching any stage, not be so carefree;
On bed I will now lie - and fall asleep as soon as I lie. [6]


Translator's Notes:

[1] Dukh: sorrow, grief, pain, affliction, distress. I have used sorrow and also pain to convey the most precise meaning in the context of the poet's lines. 
Jhootay dukh: An interesting expression - literally would mean 'false sorrows' and I have kept it as such, but I believe the poet is being self-deprecating and trying to see the insignificance of his sorrows in comparison to something else - that of causing sorrow to another (the one addressed). 

[2] Sar-gardaan: 'head whirling around', dizzy, bewildered, confounded. I have used 'overcome with' as it means to overpower or affect deeply and fits better. 
Raqsaan: dancing, whirling; I have used swirling as it also captures being dizzy or disoriented...implying lost in something. 
Zawaal-e-shauq: zawaal means to lose, decay; shauq means desire, yearning, deep longing, love, taste, zeal etc. The phrase thus means loss-of-yearning. 

[4] Ehad-e-rafaaqat: Ehad refers to time, period or phase; rafaaqat means companionship, association, friendship. 

Structure: The poem does not follow the structure of the ghazal in that it has no matla (rhyming opening couplet); it is closer to a qita - which, as the poet once pointed out while reciting a different poem- can be of several couplets (not just two couplets as is commonly understood today). 

About the poet Jaun Elia:
Poets find you when you need them, or rather when you need their work. I started exploring Jaun Elia in detail sometime last year and felt like a long-starved man who has stumbled upon delicious cake. I find Jaun Elia to be a bewildering, spontaneous, wild and most importantly - original - poet. He may even have been insane, in a way. His voice is unique in terms of its familiarity with classical language and yet its adamant desire to find its own form - often drawing clearly on his own dark experiences of life. At times, such spontaneous styles run into some inconsistency in terms of quality - but Jaun Elia has mostly overcome this and delivered an invaluable corpus of wildly spontaneous work. He seems to write for himself - and perhaps for a selected few others - and this contributes to the heartfelt nature of his poetry, none of which seems 'made up'; this couldn't-care-less approach meant that he only bothered to have his first book published around the age of sixty. More on him in the times to come...

A modern rendition of "Tum Mera Dukh Baant Rahi Ho" by Haidar Iqbal...I quite like this attempt - the style fits the words...haunts you for a while if heard a few times. In addition to classical and semi-classical renditions of Urdu poetry, I think there should be more such modern musical interpretations:



Thursday, October 17, 2013

Ghum aur Khushi

Mere ghum hi bas ab mere hain,
Khushiaan auron mein baant din maine.

[by Siyaah]

Tuesday, October 08, 2013

Wahin...kahin nahin...

Wahin ka wahin hun,
Aur kahin nahin hun.

[by Siyaah]
[how many interpretations possible for these two seemingly simple lines...?]

Thursday, September 12, 2013

Ab yahi...

Ab yahi tay hua ke hum tujhse qareebtar nahi,
Aaj tere takallufaat dil pe geraan guzar gaye.

Jaun Alia.

Wednesday, July 31, 2013

Tere Waade

Tere waadon se lagtaa hai ke tu bhool jaaega,
Teri baaton se lagtaa hai mujhko yaad aaega. 

Teri ahd-e-wafaa mujhko bohot aziz hai lekin,
Main uski sochtaa hoon jo tere baad aaega. 


by Siyaah, a qita...somewhat in the tarz of Waseem Barelvi who I had the pleasure to meet last year.
Blogger tells me this is my 100th post...how apt.

Monday, July 01, 2013

There are times...

There are times
when you look up
and down
and around
and cry

Then you laugh
and pray
and smile
and die.


[by Black. From long ago...]