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what beautiful descriptions, this reminds me of the garden we had when I was a child, big homes and gardens seems to be becoming fewer and fewer though sadly.
I love the sight of the moon through the trees and I am sure the moon through the bamboos must be a breathtaking sight. -
on He was, when it was aught by Ghalib Mirza Asadullah Khan, on September 6, 2007huii muddat ke 'Ghalib' mar gayaa par yaad aataa hai
wo har ek baat pe kahanaa ke yuu.N hotaa to kyaa hotaa
Ghalib questioned everything... the last verse further strenghtens the meaning of the last line of the first verse \na hotaa mai.n to kyaa hotaa\
as not meaning what difference it would have made the world had I not existed but meaning a question what would I have been if I had not been...
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on He was, when it was aught by Ghalib Mirza Asadullah Khan, on September 6, 2007
Highly Spiritual
these two lines have been reverberating in my mind since the past few days,
When nothing was there God was there, if nothing would be there God would be there...
this goes with the Islamic philosophy that God has always existed and will always exist.... the highest name of God (ever living, self subsisting, Eternal)
the next line seems a complaint...
I have been drowned (destroyed) by being what would happen if I was not... meaning what difference would it make the world had I not existed
this is what is apparent at first glance... but then the beauty of the language and of Ghalibs poetry is such that there are hidden layers and the same can mean something much deeper more meaningful
when nothing was God was if nothing had been God would still have existed... so if nothing was then where did everything in creation come from.... from the one thing that was - God
so that is the source of all
if I am destroyed by being.... by being what I am being a man... if I had not been meaning not that if I had not been but if I had not been a man... or not been me Ghalib... what then would I be....
It is a very deep spiritual question that truly boggles the mind
Means so much
We had this poem in school, I forget which grade. I could not appreciate its fine metaphors and similies then but it stayed with me in bits and pieces. Much later as one by one, my dad's friends passed away and he grew lonelier, I came to realise how well this poem described his life and it became a very special poem to me. Sadly I never shared it with him. Now he too has left to join those who once left him and I wish I had read it out to him at least once.