Recitation
قید ۔ مخدوم محی الدین
قید ہے قید کی میعاد نہیں
جور ہے جور کی فریاد نہیں داد نہیں
رات ہے رات کی خاموشی ہے تنہائی ہے
دور مجلس کی فصیلوں سے بہت دور کہیں
سینہ شہر کی گہرائی سے گھنٹوں کی صدا آتی ہے
چونک جاتا ہے دماغ
جھلملا جاتی ہے انفاس کی لوٰ
جاگ اُٹھتی ہے مری شمع شبستانِ خیال
زندگانی کی اک اک بات کی یاد آتی ہے
شاہراہوں میں گلی کوچوں میں اِنسانوں کی بھیڑ
اُنکے مصروف قدم
اُنکے ماتھے پہ تردّد کے نقوش
اُنکی آنکھوں میں غمِ دوش اور اندیشہ فردا کا خیال
سیکڑوں لاکھوں قدم
سیکڑوں لاکھوں عوام
سیکڑوں لاکھوں دھڑکتے ہوے اِنسانوں کے دِل
جورِ شاہی سے غمیں، جبرِ سیاست سے نڈھال
جانے کس موڑ پہ یہ دھن سے دھماکا ہو جائیں
سالہا سال کی افسردہ و مجبور جوانی کی اُمنگ
طوق و زنجیر سے لپٹی ہوئی سو جاتی ہے
کروٹیں لینے میں زنجیر کی جھنکار کا شور
خواب میں زیست کی شورش کا پتہ دیتا ہے
مجھے غم ہے کہ میرا گنج گراں مایہ عمر
نذرِ زنداں ہوا
نذرِ آزادیِ زندانِ وطن کیوں نہ ہوا
क़ैद – मख़दूम मोहिउद्दीन
क़ैद है क़ैद कि मे’आद नहीं
जोर है जोर की फ़र्याद नहीं, दाद नहीं
रात है रात की ख़ामोशी है तन्हाई है
दूर मजलिस की फ़सीलों से बहुत दूर कहीं
सीना ए शह्र की गहराई से घंटों की सदा आती है
चौंक जाता है दिमाग़
झिलमिला जाती है अनफ़ास की लौ
जाग उठति है मेरी शमा’ ए शबिस्तान ए ख़्याल
ज़ींदगानी की एक एक बात की याद आती है
शाहराहों में गली कूचों में इंसानों की भीड़
उनके मसरूफ़ क़दम
उनके माथे पे तरद्दुद के नुक़ूश
उन की आँखों मे ग़म ए दोष ओ अंदेशा ए फ़र्दा का ख़्याल
सैकड़ों लाखों क़दम
सैकड़ों लाखों अवाम
सैकड़ों लाखों धड़कते हुए इंसानों के दिल
जोर ए शाही से ग़मीं, जब्र ए सियासत से निढ़ाल
जाने किस मोड़ पे ये धन से धमाका हो जाएँ
साल्हा साल की अफ़सुर्दा ओ मजबूर जवानी की उमंग
तौक़ ओ ज़ंजीर से लपटि हुई सो जाती है
करवटें लेने में ज़ंजीर की झंकार का शोर
ख़्वाब में ज़ीस्त की शोरीश का पता देता है
मुझे ग़म है के मेरा गंज ए गिरां माया उमर
नज़्र ए ज़िन्दान हुआ
नज़्र ए आज़ादी ए ज़िन्दान ए वतन क्यूं ना हुआ
qaid – maKhdoom mohiuddin
Click here for overall comments and on any passage for meanings and discussion. maKhdoom was jailed by the Nizam government for organizing landless peasants in a communist movement. He was imprisoned in Hyderbad Central Jail. Completely coincidentally faiz was also imprisoned in Hyderabad Central Jail (except that Hyderabad is in Sindh). Also see faiz’s compositions on his own imprisonment on this website.
qaid1 hai qaid ki me’aad2 nahiN
jor3 hai jor ki faryaad4 nahiN, daad5 nahiN
raat hai raat ki Khamoshi hai tanhaai6 hai
duur majlis ki faseeloN7 se bahut duur kahiN
seena e shahr ki gahraaai8 se ghanToN ki sada aati hai
chauNk9 jaata hai dimaaGh1.imprisonment 2.term, duration 3.cruelty, oppression 4.appeal 5.compensation 6.loneliness 7.parapets, walls 8.depths 9.startle
Imprisonment, but no duration determined, no end in sight. Oppression, but neither appeal nor compensation. I am left only with the night and my loneliness. Far away beyond the parapets, far, far away a faint tinkling of bells from the heart of the city. The mind receives a jolt.
jhilmila jati hai anfaas10 ki lau11
jaag uThti hai meri shama’ e shabistan e Khyaal12
zindagani ki ek ek baat ki yaad aati hai
shahrahoN13 meN gali koochoN meN insaanoN ki bheeR
unke masroof14 qadam
unke maathe15 pe taraddud16 ke nuqoosh17
unki aaNkhoN me Gham e dosh18 o andesha e farda19 ka Khyaal10.breath 11.flame 12.lamp of the bedchamber of (thought) memory 13.highways 14.busy 15.brow 16.worry 17.marks 18.past 19.future
My breath sparkles as rises out of my mouth. The only night lamp I have is a string of memories as I remember random bits of life. Crowds of people on the highways and streets, busy, walking rapidly, their brows wrinkled with worry, regretful of yesterday, fearful of tomorrow
saikRoN laakhoN qadam20
saikRoN laakhoN avaam21
saikRoN laakhoN dhaRakte hue insaanoN ke dil
jor e shahi22 se GhameeN23, jabr e siyasat24 se niDhal25
jaane kis moR pe ye dhan se dhamaka ho jaeN
saalha saal26 ki afsurda o majbur27 javani ki umaNg
tauq o zanjir28 se lapTi hui so jaati hai20.steps, feet 21.public 22.cruelty of the king 23.sorrowful 24.oppression of politics 25.exhausted 26.year after year 27.wilted and helpless 28.chain and shackles
Millions and millions of feet. Millions and millions of people. Millions and millions of throbbing hearts, saddened at the cruelty of kings, exhausted by the oppression of politics. I wonder when it will burst with a bang. Wilted and helpless aspirations of youth goes to sleep tied up in fetters and chains.
karvaTeN lene meN zanjir ki jhankaar ka shor
Khwaab meN zeest29 ki shorish30 ka pata deta hai
mujhe Gham hai ke mera ganj e giraaN maya umr31
nazr32 e zindaaN33 hua
nazr32 e aazadi e zindaan e vatan kyuN na hua29.life 30.turmoil, agitation 31.life of a storehouse/treasure of value 32.sacrificed to 33.prison The sound of clanging chains every time they roll over tells the story of the tumult of life. I am sad that the essence/value of my life is wasted in prison, not sacrificed in releasing the homeland from the prison of colonization.
qaid – maKhdoom mohiuddin
maKhdoom was jailed by the Nizam government for organizing landless peasants in a communist movement. He was imprisoned in Hyderbad Central Jail. Completely coincidentally faiz was also imprisoned in Hyderabad Central Jail (except that Hyderabad is in Sindh). Also see faiz’s compositions on his own imprisonment on this website.
qaid1 hai qaid ki me’aad2 nahiN
jor3 hai jor ki faryaad4 nahiN, daad5 nahiN
raat hai raat ki Khamoshi hai tanhaai6 hai
duur majlis ki faseeloN7 se bahut duur kahiN
seena e shahr ki gahraaai8 se ghanToN ki sada aati hai
chauNk9 jaata hai dimaaGh
1.imprisonment 2.term, duration 3.cruelty, oppression 4.appeal
5.compensation 6.loneliness 7.parapets, walls 8.depths 9.startle
Imprisonment, but no duration determined, no end in sight. Oppression, but neither appeal nor compensation. I am left only with the night and my loneliness. Far away beyond the parapets, far, far away a faint tinkling of bells from the heart of the city. The mind receives a jolt.
jhilmila jati hai anfaas10 ki lau11
jaag uThti hai meri shama’ e shabistan e Khyaal12
zindagani ki ek ek baat ki yaad aati hai
shahrahoN13 meN gali koochoN meN insaanoN ki bheeR
unke masroof14 qadam
unke maathe15 pe taraddud16 ke nuqoosh17
unki aaNkhoN me Gham e dosh18 o andesha e farda19 ka Khyaal
10.breath 11.flame 12.lamp of the bedchamber of (thought) memory 13.highways 14.busy 15.brow 16.worry 17.marks 18.past 19.future
My breath sparkles as rises out of my mouth. The only night lamp I have is a string of memories as I remember random bits of life. Crowds of people on the highways and streets, busy, walking rapidly, their brows wrinkled with worry, regretful of yesterday, fearful of tomorrow
saikRoN laakhoN qadam20
saikRoN laakhoN avaam21
saikRoN laakhoN dhaRakte hue insaanoN ke dil
jor e shahi22 se GhameeN23, jabr e siyasat24 se niDhal25
jaane kis moR pe ye dhan se dhamaka ho jaeN
saalha saal26 ki afsurda o majbur27 javani ki umaNg
tauq o zanjir28 se lapTi hui so jaati hai
20.steps, feet 21.public 22.cruelty of the king 23.sorrowful 24.oppression of politics 25.exhausted 26.year after year 27.wilted and helpless 28.chain and shackles
Millions and millions of feet. Millions and millions of people. Millions and millions of throbbing hearts, saddened at the cruelty of kings, exhausted by the oppression of politics. I wonder when it will burst with a bang. Wilted and helpless aspirations of youth goes to sleep tied up in fetters and chains.
karvaTeN lene meN zanjir ki jhankaar ka shor
Khwaab meN zeest29 ki shorish30 ka pata deta hai
mujhe Gham hai ke mera ganj e giraaN maya umr31
nazr32 e zindaaN33 hua
nazr32 e aazadi e zindaan e vatan kyuN na hua
29.life 30.turmoil, agitation 31.life of a storehouse/treasure of value
32.sacrificed to 33.prison
The sound of clanging chains every time they roll over tells the story of the tumult of life. I am sad that the essence/value of my life is wasted in prison, not sacrificed in releasing the homeland from the prison of colonization.
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