From: zafir@unssun.nevada.edu (Zia Zafir)
Newsgroups: soc.culture.pakistan
Subject: Re: phir hum he qatl ho aaiN, yaaro, chalo (FAIZ)
Date: 13 Apr 92 07:10:03 GMT
Reply-To: zafir@unssun.UUCP (Zia Zafir)
Organization: University of Nevada-Reno

In article <1992Apr12.180800.14846@athena.mit.edu> anajam@athena.mit.edu (ADIL NAJAM) writes:
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>	[BTW, Zia Zafir, if I have made any mistakes, do please correct them] 
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>	aaj baazar meiN pa-bajolaaN chalo
>	dast afshaan chalo, masto-raqsaan chalo		
>	khak barsar chalo, khouN badamaaN chalo
>	rah takta hai sub shehr-e-jaanaN, chalo
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>	hakim-e-shehr bhi, majma-e-aam bhi
>	sang-e-ilzaam bhi, teer-e-dushnaam bhi
>	subh-i-nashaad bhi, roz-e-nakaam bhi
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>	inn ka dumm saaz apnay sewa koon hai
>	shehr-e-jaanaaN meiN aab ba-safa kon hai
>	dast-e-qatil kay shayaaN raha kon hai
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>	rakht-e-dill baandh lo, dil-figaro, chalo
>	phir humm he qatl ho aaiN, yaaro, chalo
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>	ADIL [......boll kay laab aazad haiN tairay.......] NAJAM


Yes Adil you did make a big mistake this time.  You completely forgot
the first band of the poem and also the poem is titled
*aaj baazaar maiN pa-bajaulaaN chalo* but doesn't start with this
line.  Anyhow the complete poem is as follows

	AAJ BAAZAAR MAIN PA-BAJAULAAN CHALO

	chashm-e-nam, jaan-e-shoreedah kaafi naheeN
	tuhmat-e-ishq-e-posheedah kaafi naheeN
	aaj baazaar maiN pa-bajaulaaN chalo

	dast afshaaN chalo, mast-o-raqsaaN chalo
	khaak bar sar chalo, khooN ba-daamaaN chalo
	rah takta hai sab shehr-e-jaanaaN chalo

	haakim-e-sheher bhi majma-e-aam bhi
	teer-e-ilzaam bhi, sang-e-dushnaam bhi
	subh-e-naashaad bhi, roz-e-naakaam bhi

	in ka dam saaz apnay siwa kaun hai
	shehr-e-jaanaaN maiN ab ba-sifa kaun hai
	dast-e-qaatil kay shaayaaN raha kaun hai

	rakht-e-dil baandh lo dil figaro chalo
	phir hameeN qatl ho aa-eN yaaro chalo


	TRANSLATION BY VICTOR KIERNAN

	TODAY COME IN FETTERS TO THE MARKETPLACE

	the wet eye, the stormy spirit, are not enough,
	The accusation of secret love is not enough:
	Today come in fetters to the marketplace,

	Come waving hands, come exulting, dancing,
	Come with dust on the head, come with blood on the dress
	All the city of the beloved is gazing, come;

	There too is the governor of the city, the public gathering too,
	The arrow of the calumny too, the stone of abuse too,
	The unhappy daybreak too, the wretched day too.

	Who is their intimate, besides us?
	In the city of the beloved who now is pure,
	Who is left worthy of the executioner's hand

	Fasten-on the burden of the heart, heart-afflicted ones, come;
	Let us once again go to be murdered--friends, come.


	A VERSE TRANSLATION BY VICTOR KIERNAN

		NOT ENOUGH

	Not enough the tear-stained eye, the storm-tossed life,
	Not enough the secret love, suspicion's brand;
	Come today in fetters to the marketplace,
	Walk with waving hands, run in a drunkard's dance,
	Clothes besmeared with blood and head begrimed with dust!
	All the loved one's city is watching by the road:
	There the governor waits, and there the populace,
	Calumny's keen arrow, insult's hurtling stone,
	Morning of ill omen, day of evil chance--
	Who has been their bosom friend, but we alone?
	In the loved one's city who is left to trust?
	Who is worthy now of the executioner's hand?
	You that know affliction, lift the heart's sad load;
	We it is, my friends, must once more taste the knife.


One day, during Rawalpindi conspiracy case, Faiz was told to appear
in the court.  At that time the police insisted to handcuff him.  Faiz
told them that he was an old person and wouldn't try to run away but
the authorities handcuffed him and took him the highcourt on a tonga.

Faiz wrote this poem after that incidence.

Zia [jo rukay to koh-e-giraan thay hum, jo chalay to jaaN say guzar gayey
     rah-e-yaar hum nay qadam qadam tujhay yaadgaar bana diya] Zafir