Meer Taqi Meer

I don't know but I always feel a strange, complicated closeness with Meer. I wonder why? Of all the poets, I have read and to be honest I don't understand everything that they've penned but somehow understanding Meer came quite easily.

Last time, the hair analogy had raised a few doubts. I have nothing to say on that and instead I'll quote Meer. If Meer can feel the drowsiness of alcohol in someone eyes...why can't I preserve my Delhi's hair? After all Delhi knows that everything she gives becomes a treasure. Her love, her body, her soul, anything. I just touched the surface and I was charmed. I wonder what happened to those for whom she opened her heart......and yes it rained a day after I wrote the last blog.... but this time I couldn't see my sweetheart well, my eyes were clouded........

Hastee apnee Hubaab kee see hai
ye numa'ish suraab kee see hai

My life (existence) is temporary (fragile) just like a bubble,
This exhibition (of the colorful world) is an illusion like mirage.

Naazukee uss ke lab kee kya kahiye
paNkhaRee ik gulaab kee see hai

How can I express the softness of her lips,
They are just like rose petals.

Baar-baar us ke dar pe jaata hooN
Haalat ab iztiraab kee see hai

I rush to her door again and again (in hope of having a glimpse of her),
My anxiety has reached its peak.

Main jo bola kaha ke ye aawaaz
usee KHaanah-KHaraab kee see hai

When she heard my voice, she said,
"This voice is just like the voice of that wretched man (the poet)".

Meer! un neem-baaz aaNkhoN meN
saaree mastee sharaab kee see hai

O Meer! The drowsiness in those dreamy eyes,
Is just like that of wine