“Aap gairon ki baat karte hain
Humne to apne bhi aazmaein hain
Log kaaton se bach kar chalte hain
Humne to phoolon se zakhm khaayen hain
Mohabbat mein akeli jaan pe
Kay Kya aazab aayein
Kabhi kaanto mein main soya
Kabhi phoolon me khwab aayein”

Roughly translated (improvements always welcome)

“You keep complaining about strangers
I have tried acquaintances too
People stay clear of the thorns
But I have been hurt by the flower itself
Love has, to this lonely heart
Brought troubles of so many sorts
That sometimes I have slept among thorns
And sometimes I have dreamt of flowers”

Wrapping up a hectic week with some winding down with Abida Parveen. There are very few singers I have heard that can scale as many octaves as she can….

Here she sings…

Yaar Ko Humne Ja-ba-ja Dekha
Kahin Zahir Kahin Chupa Dekha
Kahin Momkin Hoa Kahin Wajib
Kahin Fani Kahin Baqa Dekha

Going by somebody else’s translation (as always improvements welcome)…

I saw my beloved in all I saw,
At times revealed, hidden at times.
At times a possibility, at times an imperative,
At times ephemeral, at times eternal…

Also, I am not very sure of the poet but it probably was Hazrat Shah Niaz.

The couplet was written by Agha Bismil but was used by Nusrat in his qawwali “Ankh Uthi Mohabbat Ne Angrai Lee” written by Purnam Allahabadi

“Mehfil mein baar baar unhi par nazar gayee
Humne bachayee lakh magar phir udhar gayee
Unki nigahon mein koi jadoo zaroor tha
Jis par pari usi ke jigar tak utar gayee”

In the gathering, my eyes kept drifting towards her
I controlled myself a thousand times; still they went back to her
There was some eternal magic in her gaze
Whoever it fell upon, he lost his heart and everything else

This evening, while I was practising tabla, Sharmila came into the music room and as we talked, she casually mentioned about Amjad Sabri. Being somebody who avoids news de jure (no TV, no newspaper for me), I did not realize that Amjad Sabri had been murdered in Pakistan a couple of days back.

For those who are not aware, Amjad came from a musical family that went back four centuries in undivided India!! His father and uncle are my first recollection of Sabri Qawwalies. Their family sang devotional songs in the Sufi style. Sufism is one of the mystic strains of Islam that is liberal in nature (e.g. A lot of Sufi music is in praise of alcohol).

Appparently, he was gunned down by Taliban who professes a very conservative militant version of Islam day before yesterday in Karachi in Pakistan – where his family lived after the dividing of India. The world makes a lot less sense to me now. What can anybody have anything against music?

This evening, I spent hours practising tabla with Amjad Sabri songs (you should be able to see him if you zoom in to the iPad)

It was a hectic week with three subsequent mornings starting at 3:45 am to catch 6 am flights. This evening’s choice of singer was Munni Begum. She was actually born in a village – not too far from where I come. Born a Bengali muslim called “Nadira”, her family had moved to Bangladesh and then Pakistan. I understand she lives in US now.

“Kis ko khabar thi sanwli badal
Bin barse urh jate hain
Sawan aya lekin
Apni qismat mein barsaat nahin
Toot gaya jab dil to phir
Sanson ka naghma kya maani”

Who knew the dark clouds
Would fly away without raining
The rainy reason was here
But it did not rain for me
When the heart is broken
Music has no meaning..

(Somebody should translate the “sanson ka naghma” part better – literally it is the song of our breath? )

“Hum jeet na sake woh aisi shart laganey lagey
Hamari aankhon ko apni aankhon se ladaney lagey
Jeet jaate, par palak humne jhukali
Kyon ki unki palkon se aansoo jo aane lagey”

Tranlsated,
She started making bets that I couldn’t possibly win
As she locked her eyes upon my eyes
I could still have won, but I relented and looked down
Because I saw the tears roll down her eyes”

Samandar peer ka andar hai
Lekin ro nahin sakta
Yeh aasoon pyaar ka moti hai
Isey kho nahin sakta
Meri chahaht ko apna tu bana lena
Magar sun le
Jo mera ho nahin paaya
Wo tera ho nahin sakta

Beautiful sher from the immortal Mirza Ghalib –

“Zahid sharaab peene dey masjid mein baith kar,
Ya woh jagaah bata jahan Khuda nahin…”

(Let me drink sitting in the mosque
Or show me a place where God isn’t)

To which Allama Iqbal, who was far more conservative replied…

“Masjid khuda ka ghar hai, peene ki jaagah nahi,
Kaafir ke dil mein ja, wahan khuda nahin…”

(Mosque is the abode of God; not a place for you to drink
Go to a non-believer’s soul and drink, there is no God there)

And to which Ahmad Faraz put in the last words…

“Kaafir ke dil se aya hoon main yeh dekh kar
Khuda maujood hai wahan, par usey pata nahi”

(I went to the non-believer’s soul and this is what I saw
God was very much present there; just that he (the non-believer) was no aware of it)

I believe the poet was K.G.Mustafa. Talat Mahmud was the original singer. Many others including Ferdous Ara popularized this song later… This is the first stanza.

“Tomarey legechhe eto je bhalo
Chand bujhi ta jaaney
Rater-o bashore, doshor hoye
Tai se amaarey taaney”

That I have liked you so much
Perhaps the moon has gotten to know
(That’s why) befriending me in tonight’s party,
It keeps tugging at me