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Here is today’s verse (She’r) & its explanation in Urdu, Gujarati, and English

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This is the 7^th verse of Ghalib’s 14^th Ghazal. 

Dar pe rehne ko kaha, aur keh ke kaisa phir gaya!                                                                     She permitted me to stay in her foyer; but, see how she turned back on her words                                                        Jitne    arse   may   mera   lipTa  hua  bistar  khula                                                                    Just during moments my folded bedroll unrolled                                                                                                              Dar=door, space before entrance-door  Arsa= time, duration  

Meaning: In this She’r, Ghalib in an extraordinary style describes his beloved’s promise breaking habit, her fickle nature, her cruel pranks, her teasing, and his own homeless situation. He says, “With surprising kindness she had said I was permitted to stay by her door. Hearing this, I started to unroll my bedroll. However, look at her fickle nature! During the space of moments I unrolled my bedroll, she turned back on her words and I had to repack my bedroll”  

Finer aspects of this verse: It is Ghalib’s art telling a whole story in just one verse. Imagine the situation described in this verse: beloved is standing in her door; and, Ghalib with depressed face, holding bedroll under his armpit, leaving. Poor Ghalib!

AsgharVasanwala                                                                                               asgharf@roadrunner.com                                                                                                               April 27, 2008