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Mirza Ghalib in Google Doodle – introspection of a great poet

  • By Pinaki Krishna Ghosh |
  • Wednesday, December 27th, 2017 |
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Mirza Ghalib in Google doodle – introspection of a great poet.

“Hazaaron khwahishen aisi ke har khwahish pe dam nikle
Bohat niklay mere armaan, lekin phir bhi kam nikle…”

(Translation: I have a thousand desires, all desires worth dying for,
Though many of my desires were fulfilled, many remained unfulfilled)

– A big tribute to the ‘king’ of Urdu Poetry on his 220th birth anniversary.

Google has given tribute today to the great soul on his 220th birth anniversary.

Mirza Asadullah Baig Khan was born at Agra, India on 27th December in the year 1797. He has an inborn flow or poetry in his mind and started writing poems in Urdu at the age of 11 years. He contributed lot in Persian language also.

He had his marriage at a very early age of life, just when he was only 13 years old, according to privileged Muslim custom and settled in Delhi. Later he had 7 kids, but none of his kids survived more than 15 months. These ceaseless shock and sorrow covered up his mind in such a way that actually reflected in his poems. Each of his poems incorporated with deep penetration of sorrow that made them unique and wonderful in the form of ghazals.

A huge number of Urdu poets born and created so much poetry in Urdu since 1810 in South Asian region, but very few of them could make a watermark like this. It is the pain of life that made Mirza Ghalib the ‘king’ in his Urdu poetry expressions.

Mirza Ghalib’s ghazals have been translated in various languages around the world. The Mughal emperor Bahadur Shah Zafar II honoured him with the title of “Dabir-ul-Mulk” in 1850.

He was actually a gift of the God. He was integrated with so much talent, that poetry used to come from his mind as a flow of water. Each of his poetry used to contain deep thoughts and inner feelings with optimum level of imagination.

Ghalib was an important member of the Mughal court during the last phase of Mughal era. He was also blessed as ‘royal historian’ of the Mughal court and tutor of ‘Prince Fakr-ud-din Mirza’, the eldest son of the Mughal Empire in that time.

Read: Mirza Ghalib – One of the greatest poets of South Asia

The ‘king’ of Urdu poetry expired on 15th February, 1869 at Delhi. His house turned into ‘Ghalib Memorial’ that showcase exhibitions of his works. Nobody knows how much expectations he had from his life – but a very little could he managed to get in his lifetime. He realized the fact of his life and predicted that his contributions would be recognized by later generations, but not in his lifetime –

“Na tha kuchh to khuda tha kuchh na hota to khuda hota
Duboya mujh ko hone ne na hota main to kya hota

Hua jab gham se yuun be-his to gham kya sar ke katne ka
Na hota gar juda tan se to zaann par dhara hota

Hui muddat ki ghalib mar gaya par yaad aata hai
Woh har ik baat par kahna ki yuun hota to kya hota”

(Line 1 & 2 Translation : When there was nothing, God was there.. If there had been nothing, there would have been God. In emptiness, God would still exist. In nothingness Only God would exist. In the beginning nothing was there, except God. If there would have been nothing, God would have still been there. My existence has let me down. Becoming (My being) has defeated me. If I did not exist, what would I be? If I did not exist, what harm would it be?

Line 3 & 4 Translation: When the mere existence has become a burden and a curse by the pain and suffering all around, then what is pain at the head being cut off? My loss of faith in God has made life such a misery that death looks to be the only solution and I have no qualms about it. If it would have not been cut off (for God is merciful, and He would spare my life from this violent death), it would always be bent to my knees in devotion to the God to make amends to my faithless and immoral existence.

Line 5 & 6 Translation: A long time has passed since Ghalib passed away, but he still comes back to the memory. Saying every-time that had it not been this way, then how it would have been? The contemplation that if I have lived my life differently [followed the correct way] what would have I been. Would it have mattered? Would it have amounted to anything other than death because eventually death is the final Truth?)

 

Reference: NDTV, Rekhta, Ranjish, Storypick, Allpoetry.

Pinaki Krishna Ghosh
Pinaki Krishna Ghosh is a design professional; he has spent more than 16 years in design industry including desk-top-publishing, magazine publication, pre-press & web industry. He has a passion for writing on several subjects utilizing his experience and knowledge in his leisure hours.

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