My beloved, do not ask me for that love again (Mujh se pehli si muhabbat mere mehboob na maang)

Most beautiful recitation I found of this eternal poem is by equally timeless Madam Zohra Sehgal (The Granny – As known by in Bollywood). It’s a sheer pleasure to see her energy and passion along wisdom and patience, and way she weaves them all together to recite this poem. If you haven’t seen this before, I am sure this will be a best thing you will see today.

Translation:

My beloved, ask me not for the love, that once we shared before…

I aspired, should you be along, life would be nothing but serene…
Thinking of you, who would even care, what rest are contemplating?
Countenance of yours holds the bar for the springs in entire universe…
What in world would ever come close to way your eyes do immerse…

Should you be right beside me, heavens and stars would realign to my course…
But, tis happened not, a mere wish it was, no more than a pre-thought.

Endless are there, the pathos in a world,
other than love’s resonance.
Countless are, the comforts in a world,
except a union’s preeminence.

Dark-sorcerous affliction scribbling an uncounted time trail.
Wrapped softly in silk, satin, brocade and velvet…
Wherever leads a sight, alleys-markets having flesh for sale.
Bodies soaked in the dust and sunk in the blood like a pellet…

Bodies emerging from the pits of disease and plague furnace…
And pus flowing out of rotted ulcers and incurable ailments.
My eyes catch such glimpses too my dear, what can I do?
Though still your beauty allures too, but what can I do?

Endless are there, the pathos in a world,
other than love’s resonance.
Countless are, the comforts in a world,
except a union’s preeminence.

My beloved, ask me not for the love, that once we shared before…

– Dedicated to the beloved urging the lover, to shower the love like before…

Mujh se pehli si muhabbat mere mehboob na maang

Maine samjhaa tha ke tu hai to darakhshaan hai hayaat
Tera gham hai to gham-e-dehar ka jhagdaa kyaa hai
Teri surat se hai aalam mein bahaaron ko sabaat
Teri aankhon ke siwaa duniyaa mein rakhkhaa kya hai

Tu jo mil jaaye to taqdir nigoon ho jaaye
Yoon na thaa maine faqat chaahaa thaa yoon ho jaaye
Aur bhi dukh hai zamaane mein muhabbat ke siwaa
Raahatein aur bhi hain vasl ki raahat ke siwaa

Anginat sadiyon ki taareeq bahemaanaa tilism
Resham-o-atlas-o-kamkhwaab mein bunvaaye hue
Ja-ba-ja bikte hue koochaa-o-baazaar mein jism
Khaak mein lithade hue, khoon mein nehlaaye hue
Jism nikle hue amraaz ke tannooron se
Peep behti hui galte hue naasooron se

Laut jaati hai udhar ko bhi nazar, kya keeje?
Ab bhi dilkash hai tera husn, magar kya keeje?
Aur bhi dukh hai zamaane mein muhabbat ke siwaa
Raahatein aur bhi hain vasl ki raahat ke siwaa

Mujh se pehli si muhabbat mere mehboob na maang

– Original verses written by none other than one of the world’s greatest Urdu poets, Faiz Ahmad Faiz saheb. So delicately he puts the words here and so wonderfully structured the poem is, that one can’t help but stay amazed. Requesting the beloved to stop being so nostalgic, he’s here narrating a character arc, building the fantasy in the starting couplets and then in verses that follows it, he slowly sheds it down with the pieces of reality, of what happens to be the world around. Beautifully portraying his helplessness in dividing an attention, between eternal love of his life, and injustice and corruption rampant.

Urdu version:

مجھ سے پہلی سی محبت مری محبوب نہ مانگ

میں نے سمجھا تھا کہ تو ہے تو درخشاں ہے حیات
تیرا غم ہے تو غمِ دہر کا جھگڑا کیا ہے
تیری صورت سے ہے عالم میں بہاروں کو ثبات
تیری آنکھوں کے سوا دنیا میں رکھا کیا ہے؟
تو جو مل جائے تو تقدیر نگوں ہو جائے
یوں نہ تھا، میں نے فقط چاہا تھا یوں ہو جائے

اور بھی دکھ ہیں زمانے میں محبت کے سوا
راحتیں اور بھی ہیں وصل کی راحت کے سوا

ان گنت صدیوں کے تاریک بہیمانہ طلسم
ریشم و اطلس و کمخاب میں بُنوائے ہوئے
جابجا بکتے ہوئے کوچہ و بازار میں جسم
خاک میں لتھڑے ہوئے خون میں نہلائے ہوئے

جسم نکلے ہوئے امراض کے تنوروں سے
پیپ بہتی ہوئی گلتے ہوئے ناسوروں سے
لوٹ جاتی ہے ادھر کو بھی نظر کیا کیجے
اب بھی دلکش ہے ترا حسن مگر کیا کیجے

اور بھی دکھ ہیں زمانے میں میں محبت کے سوا
راحتیں او ربھی ہیں وصل کی راحت کے سوا

مجھ سے پہلی سی محبت مری محبوب نہ مانگ

– فیض احمد فیض

Other than the narrations, this poem has been adapted as a song and has been lend a voice of another legendary woman Madam Noor Jehan.

On a very same tune, Farhan Zameer has provided a male version, nothing short of pure brilliance…

Anther good recital of the poem:

Reference:
Translation of Mustansir Dalvi – Mujh se pehli si mohabbat mere mehboob na mang

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“You happened.”

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Before you happened
to me
I was a thug,
cursed and exiled.
After you,
I knew
I met a murderer.
Now, I am half-dead,
a poet,
and a fugitive.

Not that
I complain,
I was of little use
before anyways.
But now I serve
as a sample
for melancholy,
toxic-state and
demonically possessed.

– Dedicated to one who asked: “What happened?” … Quite a question, I was like…

Is she really this unaware
or it’s me who’s in veil?
Whatever the reason,
the die has cast now,
dice – rolled,
the curse – began.

I’m already an outcast,
in some circles
they know me as
an infidel.
I race through the history,
to check time and again…
But to no avail…

What good am I of now?
Defiled, broken,
useless, inflamed.
With residue and remains.
Even maintained,
I am back to square one,
but this time
labelled: “profane”.

– Dedicated to a healing and patience… pity me, even that’s in her name… Blessed are those who know, yet love the souls that are desolated and drenched. Perhaps it’s true – a cliche – that two dying stars give birth to a neutron. Even if not… Today… for me… just pretend.

And then she came,
like a glory in pain.
Just when I thought
all was over…
tries are destined in vain.
Amidst all that chaos,
she introduced me to
myself.

Kept me wondering,
was she for real..
or was I going insane?
How can she
and not one who I love,
can become a med
for this man?

And then begun
an unimaginable act
I started to replace love,
with her name…
What’s a cure for an addict?
sterile numbness – a death or a fix again.

– Dedicated to those who stick around and those who know – no matter how many times they fall… rising too is part of a game. All cycles end to resume again! But for your future, nothing can be said – at-least not for certain. 😉 Things only happen to those who try. There exist people who vest themselves in fallen. Some become terrain, some become mountain, some become a Savannah, and some an inclined plane.

Thank you all for bearing me, and these 3-poems, now in few circles known as “try-o-logy” of what happens – what happened…

Also a tribute to great Indian classic: Raj Kapoor’s “Mera Naam Joker“, a tale of a man who inadvertently falls in love time and again…

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Image Credits: Official Film Posters.