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This is my 35^th installment.  I have received excellent response from lot of friends; both Urdu and non-Urdu speakers. Please know that this is my own, Asghar Vasanwala’s, work and not a forwarding of someone else’s work as some you thought. Please forward this to your friends. Also please send me your comments/complements. I will appreciate if you forward me emails of your Urdu/non-Urdu friends.                                                                                                                            Here is today’s verse (she'r) & its explanation in Urdu, Gujarati, and English  

Meri  ta’mir  meiN  muzmir,  hai  ek  soorat  KHrabi  ki                In my creation, seeds of my doom also were programmed.   Hayula burq-e-KHirman ka, hai KHoon-e-garm dehqaN ka           The matter of lightening, that falls on farmer’s produce and '                                                                                                      the matter of his (laboring) hot blood is the same.     ta’mir= construction   Muzmir=concealed, mixed   KHarabi=destruction, end      soorat= part, situation    hayula= original matter, mass     burq=lightening    KHirman=grain heap     KHun-e-garm=hot blood, labor dehqan= a villager, a farmer.

This is the 6^th verse of Ghalib’s 10^th ghazal. 

Meaning: In this verse, Ghalib presents us story of oneness of veins of a farmer’s hand and a lightening. The blood that runs   in our body nourishes our body, keeps it warm, and gives us strength to work. This blood digests and dissolves what we eat and during this process blood it self also gets dissolved or destroyed. Ghalib says I am that farmer or villager, who by his labor, produces grain and piles it in field. Then a lightening strikes and destroys this pile. The reason behind is that the matter of my blood and that of lightening is the same. Meaning my creation already carries seeds of my end, my destruction. This verse echoes the Qur’an’s Aayat: “we shall make everything taste death”.  Every existing thing will perish or end because formula of destruction is programmed into every creation. Our existence and our end have the same matter. We die or perish because we live or exist. People say, world is there so far we live. Ghalib says death is there so far we live.

Finer aspects of this verse: Please study the pictures drawn in the beginning of this explanation. The veins of hand and the branches of lightening look the same. The hand with red blood works and produces and the lightening with white blood destroys the farmer’s grain-heap. We can’t stop wondering Ghalib’s imagination. He brings unique metaphors, similes, and hyperbole from far fetched corners. No poet can come close!

Ghalibologists’ opinions:                                                                                                                                                Niyaz Fatehpuri’s opinion: Who do I complain about my destruction when in my making a formula of my end is programmed? As the villager’s grain-pile becomes a reason/place for the lightening to strike, the same way my being or my existence becomes a reason of my death.