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Khabar e tahayyur e Ishq sun (Siraj Aurangabadi) (2)

You may want to hear this ghazal of Siraj Aurangabadi (714-1763) before reading its wording and its analysis. here

https://shakilakhtar.wordpress.com/2016/08/28/khabar-e-tahayyur-e-ishq-sun-siraj-aurangabadi/

This ghazal has 7 couplets. It appears that the love discussed here is invariably Love of the Divine.

my interpretations:

  1. True love means appearance of complete void where love, lover and the object of love all merge into oblivion. In context with the love for God, it strangely alludes to the fusion of subject and object into oneness and nothingness.
  2. True love allows one to be free from the norms of reason (mind) and of craziness (heart) and leaves him with just bare soul burning in love.
  3. The heat from the True One is so intense that it consumes the whole existence,yet the heart where He lives survives.
  4. In spite of a strong feeling of apparently being ignored (by the beloved) one can sense that his heart remains full of hundreds of longings. [This speaks of complete confidence in his Love and that he does not mind being thwarted or seemingly so] here I remember a sher of Ghalib “dhota hun jab main peene ko us seem tan ke paon, rakhta hai zid mein kheench ke baahar lagan ke paon’, meaning as I try to wash her beautiful feet to drink water thereof, She repeatedly keeps withdrawing the feet out of the pan.]
  5. It was a golden moment when I had the first lesson of True Love. Since then all powers of reason have taken leave of me.
  6. The effect of Your profound Beauty has left my heart incapable of appreciating any further ‘beauties’ or perhaps any other beauty has no shine any more.
  7.  Your Love has reduced my soul to ashes, and thus I cannot feel any threat or danger. I am free from fear.

خبرِ تحیرِ عشق سن، نہ جنوں رہا، نہ پری رہی
نہ تو تُو رہا، نہ تو میں رہا، جو رہی سو بے خبری رہی

شۂہ بے خودی نے عطا کیا، مجھے اب لباسِ برہنگی
نہ خرد کی بخیہ گری رہی، نہ جنوں کی پردہ دری رہی

چلی سمتِ غیب سے اک ہوا کہ چمن ظہور کا جل گیا
مگر ایک شاخِ نہالِ غم جسے دل کہیں سو ہری رہی

نظرِ تغافلِ یار کا گلہ کس زباں سے کروں بیاں
کہ شرابِ حسرت و آرزو، خمِ دل میں تھی سو بھری رہی

وہ عجب گھڑی تھی کہ جس گھڑی لیا درس نسخۂ عشق کا
کہ کتاب عقل کی طاق پر جو دھری تھی سو وہ دھری رہی

ترے جوشِ حیرتِ حسن کا اثر اس قدر ہے یہاں ہوا
کہ نہ آئینے میں جِلا رہی، نہ پری میں جلوہ گری رہی

کیا خاک آتشِ عشق نے دلِ بے نوائے سراج کو
نہ خطر رہا، نہ حذر رہا، جو رہی سو بے خطری رہی

سراج اورنگ آبادی

THE FOLLOWING IS FROM THE SITE:

….na junoon raha na pari rahi – when neither you exist nor I exist

Anis Zuberi writes:

It is hard to translate classical poets. This ghazal of Siraj is like a flower, full of beauty and fragrance that one should smell and enjoy and not dissect. …Siraj Aurangabadi was one of the earlier poets of Urdu who came after Wali Dukkani. According to his biography, for years, he was in a state of trance and used to remain naked. Khabar e-tahayyur-e-ishq is one of his most famous Ghazals.

Khabar-e-tahayyur-e-ishq sunn, na junoon raha na pari rahi
Na toh tu raha na toh mein raha, jo rahi so be-khabari rahi

Learn oh absorbing love that neither the obsession (for the beloved) is left nor the object (pari) of love survived. The only thing that is left is a state of self-unconsciousness: where neither you exist nor I exist.

Shah-e-bekhudi ne ataa kia, mujhay ab libas-e-barahanagi
Na khirad ki bakhiyagari rahi, na junoon ki pardadari rahi

My beloved (shah-e-bekhudi is a reference to the beloved. Knowing what little I know about Siraj I am leaning towards God as his object of love rather than a worldly being) has bestowed me with a dress of nakedness (libas-e-barahanagi). Neither the intellect (khirad) can repair it nor does the insanity (junoon) rip it. Meaning what a dress (nakedness) my beloved has conferred upon me! I am now free from the trouble of ripping it or mending it (depending on the mental state I am in). My focus is my beloved not my own appearance or even existence.

Chali simt-e-ghaib se aik hava, ke chaman zahoor ka jal gaya
Magar aik shaakh-e-nihal-e-gham, jise dil kahen so hari rahi

A breeze came from the outer space (simt-e-ghaib) and burned the entire garden of existence (zahoor) but a branch of the tree of sorrow (nihal-e-gham) that is called heart remained green. Since in the first line poet is referring to a wind coming from the direction of God (ghaib) that has burned the whole existence (chaman) it can be assumed that tree of sorrow is a symbol of the poets own being. In the burned garden of existence he stood like a sad tree. Nothing grows on that tree except sadness, caused by the separation from his beloved. Now that entire existence is gone, only the abode of the beloved (heart) is survived.

Nazar-e-taghaful-e-yaar ka, gila kis zuban se bayan karoon
Ke sharab-e-sad-qadaah aarzu, khum-e-dil mein thi so bhari rahi

I am speechless (kis zuban). How can I complain the indifferent and uncaring glances (nazar-e-taghaful-e-yaar) of my beloved? After reading, the second line it is clear that he is trying to say that I cannot complain about those cold looks or eyes that have granted me so much. I am indebted to those eyes. Why? My heart is brimming with his desire (aarzu) as if a vessel (khum) is filled with hundred goblets of wine (sharaab-e-sad-qadaah).

Woh ajab ghari thi mein jis ghari, liya dars nuskha-e-ishq ka
Ke kitab aql ki taaq main, jyun dhari thi tyun hi dhari rahi

In Urdu poetry, reason (aql-o-khirad) the product of mind is considered a source of selfishness and as it causes a person to make calculated move; as against altruistic emotions that come out of heart. A thoughtful person thinks about the consequences before taking any action. That is why it is assumed that a selfless love is motivated by heart and not mind. For that reason love and brain are just incompatible. Mind is deceitful, untrustworthy, selfish and devious whereas heart is pure, untainted and selfless. As Iqbal said:
bekhatar kuud para aatishe-namrood mein ishq
aql thi mehvi-tamasha-e-lab-baam abhi

That is what Siraj is saying that at that strange moment when I started taking lesson in love (dars-e-nuskha-e-ishq) I left my intellect or brain (kitaab-e-aql- book is synonymous with intellect as one needs brain to read or write) in an alcove, where it is lying ever since.

Tere josh-e-hairat-e-husn ka, asar iss qadar hai yahan hua
Ke na aayine main jila rahi, na pari meiN jalva gari rahi

Bewildered by your beauty (Josh-e-hairat-e-husn), I had such a mark on my heart (yahan is a pointer towards the heart) that the heart (aayina means heart) has lost all its shine (the basic quality of a mirror) and angel (pari is used as simile to refer profound beauty) had no beauty left to reveal.

Kiya khak-e-aatish-e-ishq ne dil-e-benava-e-Siraj ko
Na khatar raha na hazar raha, magar aik be-khatari rahi

The fire of love (aatish-e-ishq) has burned the voiceless heart (dil-e-benava) of Siraj to the ashes. There is no feeling of vulnerability or threat left. Only freedom from fear (be-khatari) is left. (As Iqbal has used the word bekhatar: bekhatar kood para aatish-e-namrood mein ishq.)

 

 
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Posted by on August 31, 2016 in adab and literature, Urdu Poetry

 

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Khabar e tahayyur e Ishq sun (Siraj Aurangabadi)

Khabr e Tahayyur e Ishq sun…. by Siraaj Aurangabadi

 

For the  actual ghazal and its translation, you may want to go to

https://shakilakhtar.wordpress.com/2016/08/31/khabar-e-tahayyur-e-ishq-sun-siraj-aurangabadi-2/

 

 

 

 

 
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Posted by on August 28, 2016 in Urdu Poetry, videos

 

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beauty.

I have not seen a more beautiful flower. What a photo.

 

 

 

 

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A transparent fish. See the back bone!. Subhan Allah.

transparency global

 

Most beautiful place in the world. Serene and gracefully grand.

the tajmahal

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
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