This Was Not Our Destiny Poem by Mirza Ghalib
This Was Not Our Destiny
This was not our destiny, that union with the beloved would take place.
If we had kept on living longer, then would have been kept waiting
If I lived on your promise, then know this that I knew it to be false
For would I not have died of happiness, if I had had trust [in it]?
From your delicacy I knew that the vow had been bound loosely
You could never have broken it, if it had been firm
Let someone ask my heart about your half-drawn arrow
Where would this anxiety/ pain have come from, if it had gone through the liver?
What kind of friendship is this, that friends have become Advisors?
If someone had been a healer, if someone had been a sympathizer!
From the rock-vein would drip that blood which would never have stopped
If this which you are considering 'grief' this were just a spark
Although grief is life-threatening, how would we escape, while there is a heart?
If there were not the grief of passion, there would be the grief of livelihood
To whom might I say what it is- the night of sadness is a bad disaster!
Why would I have minded dying, if it took place one time?
Since upon having died, I became disgraced- why were I not drowned in the ocean?
Neither a funeral procession would ever been formed, nor would there anywhere be a tomb
Who can see him? for that Oneness is unique
If there were even a whiff of twoness, then somehow [He] would be two or four
These problems of mysticism! this discourse of yours, Ghalib!
We would consider you a saint- if you weren't a wine-drinker.
This is one of the most popular ghazals of Mirza Ghalib which has been sung by a host of singers in their own styles during the past many decades. It's Hindi (Devanagari) transliteration is as under: ये न थी हमारी क़िस्मत, के विसाल-ए-यार होता (विसाल-ए-यार = प्रियतम से मिलन) अगर और जीते रहते यही इन्तिज़ार होता.... तेरे वादे पर जिये हम, तो यह जान, झूठ जाना कि ख़ुशी से मर न जाते, अगर ऐतबार होता.... (ऐतबार = विश्वास)
These problems of mysticism! this discourse of yours, Ghalib! We would consider you a saint- if you weren't a wine-drinker. there s no ENGLISH EQUIVALENCE OF THIS URDU POEM ONE OF HIS BEST......ye naa thi hamaari qismat ke visaal-e-yaar hotaa agar aur jite rahate, yahi itazaar hotaa tere vaade par jiye ham, to ye jaan jhuth jaanaa ke khushi se mar na jaate, agar etabaar hotaa teri naazuki se jaanaa ke badhaa thaa ahad buda kabhi tu na tod sakataa, agar usatavaar hotaa koi mere dil se puchhe, tere tir-e-nim kash ko ye khalish kahaan se hoti, jo jigar ke paar hotaa ye kahaan ki dosti hai ke bane hai dost naaseh koi chaaraa saaz hotaa, koi gam gusaar hotaa rag-e-sag se tapakataa, vo lahu ke phir na thamataa jise gam samajh rahe ho, ye agar sharaar hotaa gam agar-che jaan gusal hai, par kahaan bachai ke dil hai gam-e-ishq gar na hotaa, gam-e-rozagaar hotaa kahun kis se mai ke kiyaa hai, shab-e-gam buri balaa hai mujhe kiyaa buraa thaa maran agar aik baar hotaa hue mar ke ham jo rusavaa, hue kyun na gharq-e-darayaa na kabhi janaazaa uthataa, na kahi mazaar hotaa use kaun dekh sakataa ke, yagaana he vo yakataa jo doi ki bu bhi hoti, to kahi dochaar hotaa ye masaa-el-e-tasavvuf, ye teraa bean, gaalib tujhe ham vaali samajhate, jo na baadah khaar hotaa (Report) Reply 8 person liked. 0 person did not like. * Sunprincess * (12/6/2013 2: 59: 00 PM) These problems of mysticism! this discourse of yours, Ghalib! We would consider you a saint- if you weren't a wine-drinker.
ye naa thi hamaari qismat ke visaal-e-yaar hotaa agar aur jite rahate, yahi itazaar hotaa tere vaade par jiye ham, to ye jaan jhuth jaanaa ke khushi se mar na jaate, agar etabaar hotaa teri naazuki se jaanaa ke badhaa thaa ahad buda kabhi tu na tod sakataa, agar usatavaar hotaa koi mere dil se puchhe, tere tir-e-nim kash ko ye khalish kahaan se hoti, jo jigar ke paar hotaa ye kahaan ki dosti hai ke bane hai dost naaseh koi chaaraa saaz hotaa, koi gam gusaar hotaa rag-e-sag se tapakataa, vo lahu ke phir na thamataa jise gam samajh rahe ho, ye agar sharaar hotaa gam agar-che jaan gusal hai, par kahaan bachai ke dil hai gam-e-ishq gar na hotaa, gam-e-rozagaar hotaa kahun kis se mai ke kiyaa hai, shab-e-gam buri balaa hai mujhe kiyaa buraa thaa maran agar aik baar hotaa hue mar ke ham jo rusavaa, hue kyun na gharq-e-darayaa na kabhi janaazaa uthataa, na kahi mazaar hotaa use kaun dekh sakataa ke, yagaana he vo yakataa jo doi ki bu bhi hoti, to kahi dochaar hotaa ye masaa-el-e-tasavvuf, ye teraa bean, gaalib tujhe ham vaali samajhate, jo na baadah khaar hotaa
These problems of mysticism! this discourse of yours, Ghalib! We would consider you a saint- if you weren't a wine-drinker.
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4/23/2024 6:51:39 AM # 1.0.0.1119
ये कहाँ की दोस्ती है, के बने हैं दोस्त, नासेह (नासेह = उपदेशक) , कोई चारासाज़ होता, कोई ग़मगुसार होता.... (चारासाज़ = उपचारक, चिकित्सक) , (ग़मगुसार = हमदर्द, दुःख बंटानेवाला) ये मसाईल-ए-तसव्वुफ़ ये तिरा बयान 'ग़ालिब' (मसाइल-ए-तसव्वुफ़ = सूफियाना भेद, भक्ति की समस्याएँ) , (बयान = वर्णन) तुझे हम वली समझते जो न बादा-ख़्वार होता (वली = पाक इंसान, ऋषि, मुनि) (बादा-ख़्वार = शराबी)