Poetry against Oppression, Fascism: Is jism par unka diya har zakhm ab ghao nahi ek tamgha hai....
इस जिस्म पर उनका दिया हर ज़ख्म
अब घाव नहीं, एक तमग़ा है
उनकी बर्बरियत
उनकी आँखों में खटकती हमारी शहरियत*
हर ज़ुल्म, हर ज़्यादती, हर तज़हीक*
हमें देती है एक नयी तहरीक
के हर सुबह ये ज़ख़्मी जिस्म फिर से तन कर खड़ा हो जाता है
हो के एक अनोखे जज़्बे से सरशार
...लिंचिंग, डिटेंशन कैम्प, हमारी हर शिनाख्त पर वार
खुदा ने आखिर किसी को दिया है कितना इख्तियार!
ये जान लो तुम्हारी नफरत अगर कम न होगी
तो फिर एक तारीख रक़म होगी
....तुम्हारे ये मज़ालिम, ये लश्कर
ये नस्लकुशी का ख्वाब
सब होगा ग़र्क़ाब*
शम्स उर रहमान अलवी
NOTE: I am thankful to Mr Shahzaman Haque for translating the verse in French and publishing in on the sole blog in France, which is dedicated to Urdu literature. LINK
Now read the Nazm in Roman Urdu script:
is jism par, unka diya har zakhm
ab ghaao nahi, ek tamgha hai
unki barbariyat
unki aankhon mein khatakti hamari shahriyat
har zulm, har zyadti, har tazheek
hamein deti hai ek nayi tahreek
ki har sub'h ye zakhmi jism phir se tan ke khaDa ho jata hai
ho kar ek anokhe jazbe se sarshaar.....
Lynching, detention camp, hamari har shinaakht par vaar
Khudaa ne diya hai kisi ko kitna ikhtiyaar!
ye jaan no tumhari nafrat agar kam na hogi
to phir ek tarikh raqam hogi
tumhare ye mazaalim, tumhara ye lashkar
ye naslkushki ka kh(w)aab
sab hoga ghar-qaab
Shams Ur Rehman Alavi
Mini-dictionary
*Shahriyat=citizenship
*Tazheek=to ridicule, mock at, humiliate
*Nasl-kushi=genocide, killings
**Gharqaab=drown, under water
In English, translation
Every scar, hurt, humiliation they inflict on us
It's a medal now in this battle
Not just another wound
They hate, they discriminate
They oppress us, they torture us
They resent our appearance
Our citizenship, even our presence
On our land is an eyesore for them
Each and every attack on us, our identity
Demonizing, branding us in the times of calamity
From throwing us in detention camps to
Lynching us over food, our faith
They just never slow down, they are on a roll
Fascists, marching towards their goal
I am targeted every day
But there is something that makes me rise
With new vigour every day
The battle is still on
Once they see me fall
In this river of blood
Gleeful, as they find me motionless
And getting drowned
I stand again in the midst of the battleground
Shams Ur Rehman Alavi
#StandingAgainstFascists #StopFascism #VerseFromIndia
In traditional format:
Every scar, hurt, humiliation, they inflict on us
It is a motivation now, not just yet another wound
They've all the weapons, all the might but still use..
Fakery, falsehoods and those weird theories they propound*
We are demonised, discriminated, lynched, thrown in detention camps
But their blood thirst is not quenched, they continue to targets us and hound
Still, there is something that makes me rise with new vigour everyday
Pushed to the wall, I've no option but to fight back, rebound
Once they see me fall in the rivers of blood, getting drowned
I would again stand in the midst of the battleground
Shams Ur Rehman Alavi
[*It's about organised hate industry, TV channels, propaganda, fake videos, demonizing]
شمس الرحمٰن علوی کی یہ نظم، در اصل ان حالات میں لکھی گئ جب فرقہ واریت، مذہبی منافرت اور تعصب کو سیاسی طاقت مل گئ اور اس کے بعد ایسے قوانین کا اطلاق ہوا جس سے اقلیت کے حقوق سلب ہوئے اور ان کی شہریت تک مشوکوک بنا دی گئ۔
یہ احتجاج کی نظم ہے۔ شمس الرحمٰن علوی کا تعلق اودھ کے مردم خیز قصبہ کاکوری سے ہے جو کہ لکھنؤ ضلع کا حصہ ہے۔ شاعری کی ابتدا بھوپال میں ہوئ اور وہیں سے صحافتی زندگی کا بھی آغاز ہوا۔ یہ نظم لنچنگ، این آر سی اور زعفرانی ٹولے کی دہشت گردی کے علاوہ میڈیا کے ذریعہ جس طرح نفرت پھیلا کر معاشرے میں اکثریات کو اقلیت کے خلاف بھڑکایا گیا، ان حالات کی بھی عکاسی کرتی ہےٓ
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