Translation: Again on that Roadway | Ahmad Faraz

 

Phir Usi Rehguzar Par Shaayad – By Ahmad Faraz

Translation: Again on that Roadway – By Aashish Vaidya

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(1)

फिर उसी रहगुज़ार पर शायद

हम कभी मिल सकें मगर शायद

Phir usi rehguzar par shaayad

hum kabhi mil sakein, magar shaayad

Again on that roadway, maybe

We’ll bump into each other, maybe.

 

(2)

जान-पहचान से भी क्या होगा

फिर भी ऐ दोस्त ग़ौर कर शायद

Jaan pehchaan se bhi kya hoga

phir bhi ai dost ghaur (गौर) kar, shaayad

When is mere acquaintance enough?

But friend, be keen, just in case.

 

(3)

जिन के हम मुंतज़िर रहे उन को

मिल गए और हम-सफ़र शायद

Jinke hum Muntazir rahe unko

mil gaye aur hum-safar shaayad

For whom I was waiting all along

They’ve found another fellow traveller, maybe.

 

(4)

अज्नबिय्यत की धुँद छट जाए

चमक उठ्ठे तिरी नज़र शायद

Ajnabiyat kii dhund chat jaa.e

Chamak uthe tirii nazar shaayad

Hope the fog of unfamiliarity lifts,

Is that a glint of recognition in your eyes, maybe?

 

(5)

ज़िंदगी भर लहू रुलाएगी

याद-ए-यारान-ए-बे-ख़बर शायद

Zindagi bhar lahuu rulaaegii

Yaad-e-yaaran-e-bekhabar shaayad

Am I doomed to shed tears of blood

Due to forgetfulness of friends? Maybe.

 

(6)

जो भी बिछड़े वो कब मिले हैं ‘फ़राज़’

फिर भी तू इंतिज़ार कर शायद

Jo bhi bichhde hain cab mile hain “Faraz”

phir bhi tu intizaar kar shaayad

Separated friends ’Faraz’ don’t ever meet

Even then, hope that they do, maybe.

 

Notes: This simple ghazal by Ahmad Faraz, interestingly turned out fairly difficult to translate.  Since the translation had to maintain or convey the same sort of simplicity in phrasing, while catching the nuances as well.  As usual ghazal translations are hard to translate the rhyme (qafiyah).  So, I only maintained the refrain (radiff).

This ghazal was rendered very melancholically by Jagjit Singh.

Phir ussi rehguzar – Jagjit Singh

And here is another version by Ghulam Ali.

Phir ussi rehguzar – Ghulam Ali

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Languid Shadows

Translation of a ghazal by Adil Mansuri.

Languid shadows have sprawled across the city
Where else can they escape, entrapped in thoughts?

From east, my path takes me towards west
Her journey is from south to north.

Whether it’s distasteful narrative, or harsh news
She’ll understand if explained using rosy metaphors.

The parents sit quietly and don’t say a thing,
The children are spoilt with too much care.

Look at the colors reflect on the floor of the room,
Look how the glass shield parries the attack of rays.

There is no signs of tears in the eyes.
Now with her handkerchief, clean the shoes.

Her downcast face and distressed curls.
Now only God can save her enemies from coming ruin.

Again the waters reflect the shadows of silver bells,
Again the night sparkles on the silver plate.

Notes: Day 30 of NaPoWriMo 2016.  Today’s prompt was to try translating a poem from another language.  I picked an Urdu poem by Adil Mansuri, a fellow Gujarati, who also wrote in Gujarati.  I wonder if he wrote in English as well – as I do in three languages.  This was third year in last four that I have attempted 30 poems in 30 days.  First time, I got to 30 in 30 days.  Feels good!

Here’s the original poem in Devanagari:

फैले हुए हैं शहर में साए निढाल से
जाएँ कहाँ निकल के ख़यालों के जाल से

मशरिक़ से मेरा रास्ता मग़रिब की सम्त था
उस का सफ़र जुनूब की जानिब शुमाल से

कैसा भी तल्ख़ ज़िक्र हो कैसी भी तुर्श बात
उन की समझ में आएगी गुल की मिसाल से

चुप-चाप बैठे रहते हैं कुछ बोलते नहीं
बच्चे बिगड़ गए हैं बहुत देख-भाल से

रंगों को बहते देखिए कमरे के फ़र्श पर
किरनों के वार रोकिए शीशे की ढाल से

आँखों में आँसुओ का कहीं नाम तक नहीं
अब जूते साफ़ कीजिए उन के रुमाल से

चेहरा बुझा बुझा सा परेशान ज़ुल्फ़ ज़ुल्फ़
अल्लाह दुश्मनों को बचाए वबाल से

फिर पानियों में नूक्रई साए उतर गए
फिर रात जगमगा उठी चांदी के थाल से