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Collection of Ghalib's Poetry. Deewan E Ghalib. byGhalib. Topics Ghalib, Urdu, Poetry, Philosophy. Collectionopensource. LanguageUrdu. Professor Yusuf Saleem Chishti's book is an excellent source of understanding the poetry of Ghalib. For an urdu-speaking or Hindi-speaking. Complete Urdu poetry of famous Urdu poet Mirza Asadullah Khan Ghalib in urdu text (deewan-ghalib by urduweb). Any urdu word can be searched in poetry.

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Download Diwan-e-Ghalib by Mirza Asadullah Ghalib in PDF format free here [ courtesy of and in public domain]. If you are really found of #Urdu #Novels you should read a #worth #reading # Novel by #Umera_Ahamd a well known #Pakistani author and #screenwriter. Deewan e Ghalib is a poetry collection of Mirza Ghalib. His full name was Mirza Asad ullah Khan Ghalib. Ghalib was born in at Agra and died in in.

May 28, Ajim Bagwan rated it it was amazing "Hui muddat ke 'Ghalib' mar gaya, par yaad aata hai.. Woh har aik baat pe kehhna ke yoon hota to kya hota.. His work is characterized by doubt, scepticism, irony, satire, suggestiveness and understatement coupled with a rational, scientific and secular attitude. A bliss nonetheless, to be reading his poetry at any time of the year. Before I took this book, I had only read excerpts of his work through online memes and majorly through the ghazals sung by Jagjit Singh, Rafi, Abida, K. Saigal, Hariharan etc. All of that only pushing me to read more of Ghalib soon as I could.

One wonders just how many great poems were permanently lost to Urdu when Ghalib chose to turn to Persian instead. In its material dimensions, Ghalib's life never really took root and remained always curiously unfinished.

In a society where almost everybody seems to have a house of his own, Ghalib never had one and always rented one or accepted the use of one from a patron. He never had books of his own, usually reading borrowed ones. He had no children; the ones he had, died in infancy, and he later adopted the two children of Arif, his wife's nephew who died young in Ghalib's one wish, perhaps as strong as the wish to be a great poet, that he should have a regular, secure income, never materialized.

His brother Yusuf, went mad in , and died, still mad, in that year of all misfortunes, His relations with his wife were, at best, tentative, obscure and indifferent. And one has to confront the fact that the child never died who, deprived of the security of having a father in a male-oriented society, had had looked for material but also moral certainties -- not certitudes, but certainties, something that he can stake his life on.

So, when reading his poetry it must be remembered that it is the poetry of more than usually vulnerable existence. It is difficult to say precisely what Ghalib's attitude was toward the British conquest of India. The evidence is not only contradictory but also incomplete.

First of all, one has to realize that nationalism as we know it today was simply non-existent in nineteenth-century India. Second --one has to remember -- no matter how offensive it is to some -- that even prior to the British, India had a long history of invaders who created empires which were eventu- ally considered legitimate. The Moghuls themselves were such invaders. Given these two facts, it would be unreasonable to expect Ghalib to have a clear ideological response to the British invasion.

There is also evidence, quite clearly deducible from his letters, that Ghalib was aware, on the one hand, of the redundancy, the intrigues, the sheer poverty of sophistication and intellectual potential, and the lack of humane responses from the Moghul court, and, on the other, of the powers of rationalism and scientific progress of the West. Ghalib had many attitudes toward the British, most of them complicated and quite contradictory. His diary of , the "Dast-Ambooh" is a pro-British document, criticizing the British here and there for excessively harsh rule but expressing, on the whole, horror at the tactics of the resistance forces.

His letters, however, are some of the most graphic and vivid accounts of British violence that we possess.

We also know that "Dast-Ambooh" was always meant to be a document that Ghalib would make public, not only to the Indian Press but specifically to the British authorities.

And he even wanted to send a copy of it to Queen Victoria. His letters, are to the contr- ary, written to people he trusted very much, people who were his friends and would not divulge their contents to the British authorities.

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As Imtiyaz Ali Arshi has shown at least to my satisfaction , whenever Ghalib feared the intimate, anti-British contents of his letters might not remain private, he requested their destruction, as he did in th case of the Nawab of Rampur.

I think it is reasonable to conjecture that the diary, the "Dast-Ambooh", is a document put together by a frightened man who was looking for avenues of safety and forging versions of his own experience in order to please his oppressors, whereas the letters, those private documents of one-to-one intimacy, are more real in the expression of what Ghalib was in fact feeling at the time.

And what he was feeling, according to the letters, was horror at the wholesale violence practiced by the British. Yet, matters are not so simple as that either. We cannot explain things away in terms of altogether honest letters and an altogether dishonest diary. Human and intellectual responses are more complex. The fact that Ghalib, like many other Indians at the time, admired British, and therefore Western, rationalism as expressed in constitutional law, city planning and more. His trip to Calcutta had done much to convince him of the immediate values of Western pragmatism.

This immensely curious and human man from the narrow streets of a decaying Delhi, had suddenly been flung into the broad, well-planned avenues of Calcutta -- from the aging Moghul capital to the new, prosperous and clean capital of the rising British power, and , given the precociousness of his mind, he had not only walked on clean streets, but had also asked the fundamental questions about the sort of mind that planned that sort of city.

In short, he was impressed by much that was British. Download PDF Kulliyat-e-Hasrat Mohani A collection of most of the ghazals of Maulana Hasrat Mohani, comprising of 13 "Diwans" and more than ghazals and other poetic work written during the period and Read online Nukaat-e-Sukhan A rare book authored by Maulana Hasrat Mohani about the techniques of poetry with hundreds of examples and their explanations.

A must-read for the lovers of poetry. It is the explanation of some ghazals of a great Urdu poet Ghalib by another great poet. Intikhab-e-Urdu-e-Moalla A selection of articles and poetry by Maulana Hasrat Mohani , for which he himself wrote with pride that "such a collection could not be formed elsewhere". Read online Halaat-e-Hasrat A brief life history including the days in prison of Hasrat Mohani written by another devoted freedom fighter, Arif Hasvi, who knew Maulana Hasrat Mohani very closely and a witness to many of his achievements.

Deewan E Ghalib

Koi batlawe ki hum batlaein kaya! Is qader dushmane arbabe wafa ho jana! Zof se giryah mubaddil bah dam serd hawa Bawer aaya hamein pani ka hawa ho jana Dil se mitna teri angusht hinaee ka khayal Ho gaya gosht se nakhun ka zuda ho jana Hai mujhe abre bahari ka baras ker khulna Rote rote game furqat mein fana ho jana Gar nahin nikhate gul ko tere koche ki hawas Kiyon hai girde rahe jolane saba ho jana Bakhshe hain jalwai gul joshe tamasha Ghalib!

Rahbare qatrah badariya hai, khusha mauj-e-shrab! Hosh udte hain mere jalwai gul daikh Asad! Jigar ko mere, ishq khonaba mashrab Likhe hain khudawand namat!

Khoone khalq Lerze hai mauje mai teri raftar daikh ker Wahasrata! Kerta malak-ul-maut taqaza ki din aur Mujh se tumehn nafrat sahi, nayyer se ldayee Bachchon ka bhi na daikha tha tmasha koi din aur Guzri na bher hal ye muddat khush-o-nakhush Kera tha jawan merg! Guzara koi din aur Nadan ho kiyon kahte ho ki jite hain Ghalib!


Dil se nikla, pah na nikla dil se Hai tere teer ka paikan azeez Taab laye hi bane gi Ghalib! Masdah, ai zauqe aseeri! Ki nazar aata hai Dame khali, qafase murghe giratar ke paas Jigare tashnai azaad, tasalli na hua Jooai khoon hum ne bahaie bune her khar ke paas Mund gaien kholte hi aankhine hai hai! Khub waqt aayie eis aashiqe bimar ke paas Main bhi ruk ruk ke naa marta' jo zaban ke badle Dushna ek tez sa hota mere ghamkhuwaar ke paas Dahane sher mein jaa bathe lekin ayi dil!

Naa khade ho jaiye khubane dil aazar ke paas Dekh kar tujhko chaman baske namu karta hai Khud bkhud pahunchein hai gulgoshai dastar ke paas Mar gaya phod ke sir ghalib wehshi hai hai!

Tere larazne se zahir hai natawani shama Tere khayal se rooh ehtaraz kerti hai Bah jalwah raizi bad-o-bah pur fishani shama Nishate daaghe ghame ishq ki bahar na pooch Shaguftagi hai shaheede gule khizani shama Jale hai, daikh ke baleene yaar per mujh ko Na kiyon ho dil pe mere daghe badgumani shama Beeme raqeeb se nahin kerte widae hosh Majboriyan talak huai ai akhtiyare, haif!

Jalta hai dilki kiyon na hum ek bar jal gai Ai na tamami nafse shoal bare haif! Zakhm per chidkin kahan tiflane be perwa namak Kaya maza hota agar patther mein bhi hota namak Girde rahe yaar hai samane naaze zakhme dil Wernah hai jahan mein kis qader paida namak Mujh ko arzani rhai, tujh ko mubarak ho namak Nalai bulbul ka dard aur khandai gul ka namak Shore jolan tha kinare baher per kiska ki aaj Girde sahil hai bah zakhme maujai dariya namak Daad daita hai mere zakhme jigar ki wah wah!

Yaad kerat hai mujhe daikhe hai woh jis ja namak Chodker jana tane majroohe aashiq haif hai Dil talab kerta hai zahkam aur mange hain aaza namak Gair ki minnat na kheechonga pai taufeer derd Zakham misle khndai qatil ser ta pa namak Yaad hain Ghalib! Germie bazam hai ek raqse sharer hone tak Ghame hasti ka! Khosh haal us hareefe seeyeh must ka ki jo Rakhta ho misle sayaye, ser bah paye gul Ijad kerti hai use tere liye bahar Mera raqeeb hai nafase etre saye gul Shermindah rakhte hai mujhe bade bahar se Meenaai be shrab-o-dile be hawaye gul Satwat se tere jalwai husne ghayoor ki Khoon hai meri nigah mein runge adai gul Tere hi jalwe ka hai ye dhoka ki aaj tak Be akhtiyar daude hai gul derqafaye gul Ghalib!

Rukh lijio mere dawe warastagi ki sherm Loon dame bakhte khaftah se yak khuabe khosh wale Ghalib! Kuch baqi mere tan mein nahin Rung ho ker udgaya, jo khon ke daman mein nahin Ho gai hain jama ajzaye nigahe aaftab Zarre uske gher ki deewaron ke rauzan mein nahin Raunaqe hasti hai ishq khana weeran saz se Anjuman be shama hai, ger berqe khirman mein nahin Zakhm silwane se mujh pe charai jooi ka taan Gair samjha hai ki lazzat zakhme sozan mein nahin Baski hum hain eik bahare naaz ke mare huai Jalwai gul ke sewa, gerd apne madfan mein nahin Qatrah qatrah eh hiyolahai, nai nasoor ka Khoon bhi, zauqe derd se farigh mere tan mein nahin Le gaye saqi ki nakhwat, qulzame ashami meri Mauj mai ki aaj rag, meena ki gerdan mein nahin Ho fisher zof mein kaya natawani ki ki namood!

Qad ke jhukne ki bhi gunjaish mere tan mein nahin Thi waten mein shan kaya, ghalib! Gawarah rahiyo!

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Tujhe kis tamanna se hum daikhte hain Suraghe tafe nalah, le daghe dil se Ki shab roka naqshe qadam daikhte hain Bana ker faqeeron ka hum bhaisGhalib! Jis sher se safeena rawan ho srab mein Ghalib! Jana pada raqeeb ke der per mujhe hazar Ai kaash! Phir baikhudi mein bhool gaya rah koye yaar Jata wager nah eik din apni khaber ko main Apne pe ker rah hon qyas ahle daher ka Samjha hon dil pazeer mataye hunar ko main Ghalib!

Kih woh taqat na rahi Ishq per arbdah ki gon tane rajoor nahin Main jo kahta hon main longa qayamat mein tujhe Kis raoonat se woh kahte hain ki hum hoor nahin Zulm ker zulm, agr lutfe daregh aata hai To taghaful mein kisi rung se mazoor nahin Saaf durdi kashe paimanai jam main hum loog Waai!

Hum ko tasleem nako naami ferhad nahin Kum nahin woh bhi khrabi mein, pe usat maloom Dasht mein hai mujhe woh aish kih gher yaad nahin Ahle maktab ko hai toofane hawadis maktab Latmai mauj kam az saile ustad nahin Waai!

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