Here is an explanation of this beautiful ghazal by Mirza Ghalib. Knowing the meaning of the words will help you enjoy the lyrics.
Baazeechaa-e-atfaal hai duniya mere aage
Hota hai shab-o-roz tamaasha mere aage
बाजीचा-ए-अतफ़ाल है दुनिया मेरे आगे
होता है शब्-औ-रोज़ तमाशा मेरे आगे
the world in front of my eyes is like a kid’s game.
Day and night I watch its ‘show’
(Baazee – game; Bazeecha – small game; atfaal – juvenile; duniya – world; shab-o-roz – night and day; tamasha – show)
Ik khel hai aurang-e-sulemaan mere nazdeek
Ik baat hai 'eijaz-e-maseeha mere aage
इक खेल है औरंग-ए-सुलेमान मेरे नज़दीक
एक बात है एजाज़-ए-मसीहा मेरे आगे
The throne of Solomon (King) is trivial (game:Khel) in my view
The mention of the miracles of the Messiah are idle talk to me.
Juz naam naheen soorat-e-aalam mujhe manzoor
Juz waham naheen hastee-e-ashiya mere aage
जुज़ नाम नहीं सूरत-ए-आलम मुझे मंज़ूर
जुज़ वहम नहीं हस्ती-ए-आशियाँ मेरे आगे
(Juz - without; aalam - creator; hasti-e-aashiya - existence of the world)
Without a name to it, I cannot accept a faceless creator.
To me, the existence of all objects isn’t separate from an illusion
Hota hai nihaan gard mein sehara mere hote
Ghisata hai jabeen khaak pe dariya mere aage
होता है निहाँ गर्द में सहरा मेरे होते
घिसता है ज़बीं ख़ाक पे दरिया मेरे आगे
(gard- dust; sahra - desert; zabin - forehead; khak - dirt)
The sea smashes its forehead on the sands of the shore (breaking of waves)
Mat pooch ke kya haal hai mera tere peeche
Tu dekh ke kya rang tera mere aagay
मत पूछ के क्या हाल है तेरा मेरे पीछे
तू देख के क्या रंग है तेरा मेरे आगे
Don’t ask me how I am faring since you left
Instead, focus on your own ways since you left me
Sach kahte ho, khudbeen-o-khud_aaraa na kyon hoon?
baitha hai but-e-aainaa_seemaa mere aage
सच कहते हो खुदबीन और खुदआरा न क्यों हूँTruthfully said, why shouldn't I hold myself with self pride,
My face in my mirror sits like an idol in front of me
Phir dekhiye andaaz-e-gul_afshaani-e-guftaar
Rakh de koee paimaanaa-o-sahba mere aage
फिर देखिये अंदाज़-ए-गुल, अफ्शानी-ए-गुफ्तार
Someone needs to place a glass and poetry in front of me
Nafrat ka gumaan guzare hai, main rashk se guzaraa
kyonkar kahoon, lo naam na uska mere aage
(Nafrat - hatred; gumaan - emotion; kyonkar - why, after all )
नफरत का गुमान गुज़रे है, मैं रश्क के गुजरा
क्योंकर कहूं लो नाम न उसका मेरे आगे?
The emotion of hatred is behind me I feel pure
why should I ask you not to take His name in front of me?
Imaan mujhe roke hai jo khinche hai mujhe kufr
Ka'aba mere peeche hai kaleesa mere aage
इमान मुझे रोके है, खींचे है मुझे कुफ्र
काबा मेरे पीछे है, कलीसा मेरे आगे
My conscience holds me back from the attraction to temptations
The Kaaba is behind me and the church in front (of me)
Aashiq hooN, par maashooq farebee hai mera kaam
MajnooN ko bura kehti hai Laila mere aage
आशिक हूँ पर माशूक फरेबी है मेरा काम
मजनूँ को बुरा कहती है लैला मेरे आगे
(Aashik - lover; mashook - person who is the loved; farebi - cheating)
I am the Lover, yet, my dear, I am full of deceit
For this reason every Laila condems (calls names) Majnu
Khush hote hain par wasl mein yoon mar naheen jaate
Aayee shab-e-hijaraaN ki tamanna mere aage
खुश होते हैं मगर वस्ल में यूं मर नहीं जाते
आई शब्-ए-हिज्र की तमन्ना मेरे आगे
(wasl - reality; shab - night; hijra - departure; tamanna - wish/desire)
The wish for separation (the night of departure) has surfaced in my heart
Hai mauj_zan ik qulzum-e-KHooN, kaash, yahee ho
Aata hai abhee dekhiye kya-kya mere aage
I wish this is going to be that wave of blood
Let’s see what lies ahead of me now.
Go haath ko jumbish naheeN aaNkhoN meiN to dam hai
Rehne do abhee saaGar-o-meena mere aage
Say my hands lack motion, but at least my eyes have strength
For now, leave the wine and glass in front of me
Ham_pesha-o-ham_masharb hamraaz hai mera
'GHalib' ko bura kyoN kaho achchaa mere aage!
My colleague and my fellow drinker is my friend
If you feel Ghalib is bad, why do you call him ‘good’ when he is around?
English Translation by Rakesh Chaubey
please take a look at my translation:
ReplyDeleteMat pooch ke kya haal hai mera teray peechey
Tu dekh ke kya rang tera meray aage
Do not look at the colors draining from me after you leave
Just look at the colors filling you up just by my presence
(Why ask others, how colorless I seem without you
you must see the range of colors I paint you with/
you must see how colorful you become in front of me
sometimes I believe that Assadullah was talking to Ghalib
his name in this couplet praising himself for creating Ghalib)
I am sorry if any of my understanding offends someone. I apologize in advance.
for complete translation read here
http://counterreport.com/general/mirza-ghalib-bazeecha-e-atfal-translation.html
Believe me.. I am really stunned after reading your translation. It's really amazing and unbelievable. Thanks for defining these urdu lines so beautifully.
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ReplyDeleteBeautiful translation.. wish had your knowledge of Urdu.. God bless..
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ReplyDeleteRC Stupendous, Appreciate ur translation & understanding of language !
ReplyDeleteA good, thought-provoking interpretation. Thank you!
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