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کوئی امید بر نہیں آتی Koi Ummeed Bar Nahi Aati — No Hope Of Mine Comes Good

Mirza Ghalib

1797– 1869

Ghazal

Nothing arrives. That is the entire condition of this poem. Hope does not come, sleep does not come, laughter has stopped coming, his own voice does not reach anybody, and news of himself does not reach him either. Even death, which he badly wants, comes and does not come.

Ghalib wrote it out of a life that was going wrong slowly rather than dramatically: a court that could not pay him, debts he never got clear of, a city being taken apart around him. He never once says what happened. He says only what stopped turning up. Ten couplets ahead, and every one of them is a no.

01  — koi ummid bar nahin aati Matla · the opening

کوئی امید بر نہیں آتی
کوئی صورت نظر نہیں آتی

कोई उम्मीद बर नहीं आती
कोई सूरत नज़र नहीं आती

koi ummid bar nahin aati
koi surat nazar nahin aati

No hope of mine ever comes good. No way out is anywhere in sight.

Surat does two jobs at once. It means a face, and it means a way of going about something. So the line says I can see no solution and I can see no face, in the same breath. A man with nothing left to hope for and nobody left to look at.

امید ummid
hope
بر آنا bar aana
to be fulfilled, to come good
صورت surat
a face; also a way, a means

02  — maut ka ek din muayyan hai

موت کا ایک دن معین ہے
نیند کیوں رات بھر نہیں آتی

मौत का एक दिन मुअ'य्यन है
नींद क्यूँ रात भर नहीं आती

maut ka ek din muayyan hai
niind kyuun raat bhar nahin aati

The day of my death is already fixed. So why does sleep not come to me all night?

The reasoning is a joke and also completely serious. If the date is settled, lying awake changes nothing, so he ought to sleep easily. He does not. The couplet leaves the gap open between what a man knows and what his body does about it.

معین muayyan
fixed, appointed in advance

03  — aage aati thi hal-e-dil pe hansi

آگے آتی تھی حال دل پہ ہنسی
اب کسی بات پر نہیں آتی

आगे आती थी हाल-ए-दिल पे हँसी
अब किसी बात पर नहीं आती

aage aati thi hal-e-dil pe hansi
ab kisi baat par nahin aati

Once, the state of my heart used to make me laugh. Now nothing makes me laugh at all.

He used to be able to stand outside his own misery and find it funny. That distance has gone. And he measures how bad things are by what he can no longer do, not by what he feels.

حالِ دل hal-e-dil
the state of the heart

04  — janta huun savab-e-taat-o-zohd

جانتا ہوں ثواب طاعت و زہد
پر طبیعت ادھر نہیں آتی

जानता हूँ सवाब-ए-ताअत-ओ-ज़ोहद
पर तबीअत इधर नहीं आती

janta huun savab-e-taat-o-zohd
par tabiat idhar nahin aati

I know perfectly well what obedience and abstinence earn a man. My nature simply will not go that way.

He does not argue with religion. He agrees with it entirely, and then says he cannot manage it. Tabiat idhar nahin aati, my temperament does not come this way, treats his own character as something happening to him, like weather.

ثواب savab
the credit earned by a good deed
طاعت taat
obedience, worship
زہد zohd
piety, going without
طبیعت tabiat
nature, temperament

05  — hai kuchh aisi hi baat jo chup huun

ہے کچھ ایسی ہی بات جو چپ ہوں
ورنہ کیا بات کر نہیں آتی

है कुछ ऐसी ही बात जो चुप हूँ
वर्ना क्या बात कर नहीं आती

hai kuchh aisi hi baat jo chup huun
varna kya baat kar nahin aati

There is a reason I am staying quiet. It is not that I have nothing to say.

A whole couplet spent withholding. He says there is a reason and does not say what it is. And the second half, as if I could not talk, coming from Ghalib, is very close to a boast.

ورنہ varna
otherwise, if not for that

06  — kyuun na chikhun ki yaad karte hain

کیوں نہ چیخوں کہ یاد کرتے ہیں
میری آواز گر نہیں آتی

क्यूँ न चीख़ूँ कि याद करते हैं
मेरी आवाज़ गर नहीं आती

kyuun na chikhun ki yaad karte hain
meri avaz gar nahin aati

Why should I not cry out? They do think of me — the moment my voice stops reaching them.

The logic is bitter once you follow it. His noise is the only thing keeping him in her mind, and she notices him only in the silence after it. So the screaming is not pain. It is how he stays in the room.

آواز avaz
voice

07  — dagh-e-dil gar nazar nahin aata

داغ دل گر نظر نہیں آتا
بو بھی اے چارہ گر نہیں آتی

दाग़-ए-दिल गर नज़र नहीं आता
बू भी ऐ चारा-गर नहीं आती

dagh-e-dil gar nazar nahin aata
bu bhi ai chara-gar nahin aati

If you cannot see the wound on my heart, healer, can you not at least smell it?

A burn gives off a smell. He is pointing out that the evidence is available to a second sense if the first one has failed, which is a polite way of telling the doctor he is not really looking.

داغ dagh
a scar, a burn mark
چارہ گر chara-gar
a healer, one who cures

08  — ham vahan hain jahan se ham ko bhi

ہم وہاں ہیں جہاں سے ہم کو بھی
کچھ ہماری خبر نہیں آتی

हम वहाँ हैं जहाँ से हम को भी
कुछ हमारी ख़बर नहीं आती

ham vahan hain jahan se ham ko bhi
kuchh hamari khabar nahin aati

I am somewhere from which even I get no news of myself.

He does not say he is lost. He says he is definitely somewhere, and that the distance between that place and himself is too great for word to cross. Ham ko bhi, even to me, gives it away: everybody else stopped expecting news long ago.

خبر khabar
news, word of someone

09  — marte hain aarzu men marne ki

مرتے ہیں آرزو میں مرنے کی
موت آتی ہے پر نہیں آتی

मरते हैं आरज़ू में मरने की
मौत आती है पर नहीं आती

marte hain aarzu men marne ki
maut aati hai par nahin aati

I am dying of the wish to die. Death comes, and does not come.

The second line is four words and no explanation. Death stays near enough to feel and never near enough to arrive. He sets the two halves side by side and leaves them there. It is the couplet everyone remembers.

آرزو aarzu
longing, wish

10  — kaba kis munh se jaoge ghalib Maqta · signed by the poet

کعبہ کس منہ سے جاؤ گے غالبؔ
شرم تم کو مگر نہیں آتی

का'बा किस मुँह से जाओगे 'ग़ालिब'
शर्म तुम को मगर नहीं आती

kaba kis munh se jaoge ghalib
sharm tum ko magar nahin aati

With what face will you go to the Kaaba, Ghalib? Then again — you feel no shame.

He signs off by insulting himself, which is his habit. Magar turns the question into its own answer. He starts to work out whether he could face the pilgrimage, then remembers the difficulty does not arise, because shame is one more thing that never comes to him. And the joke lands on the same refrain as everything else. Shame just goes on the list.

کعبہ kaba
the Kaaba at Mecca, the object of the pilgrimage
شرم sharm
shame, a sense of disgrace

Reading it whole

The list is the poem. Not one item is an event. Ghalib never reports a quarrel, a departure or a loss you could put a name to. He gives you only the things that stopped arriving, which turns out to be a very accurate way of describing a life going wrong. Nothing breaks. It just stops coming.

Two couplets get quoted more than the rest, for opposite reasons. One is very quiet: he has ended up somewhere so far off that even he gets no news of himself. He does not claim to be lost, either. He says he is definitely somewhere, and the distance is the trouble rather than the location. The other is the loud one and it is four words long. Maut aati hai par nahin aati. Death comes, and does not come. He offers no explanation, and none is needed. Death is close enough to touch and no closer, and Ghalib has nothing further to say about it.

Then the last couplet turns the whole apparatus on himself. With what face could he possibly go to the Kaaba? Then again, no difficulty there, because shame is one more thing that never comes to him. Ten couplets of things that will not arrive, and the final item is his own sense of shame. It is the only one on the list he is pleased about.

The ghazal survives being taken apart. Lift any couplet out of it and the couplet still works, because each one is a finished report of a single absence. Most people who love it never hear the whole thing at once. They carry a couplet.

Begum Akhtar's is the recording most people have in their ears. Jagjit Singh also recorded it. Singers take a handful of couplets and leave the rest, so what you hear on a record is always shorter than what is printed here.

How it rhymes

Every second line closes on the same word — نہیں آتی , nahin aati. That repetition is the radif. The rhyme falling just before it is the qafiya: The -ar sound just before the refrain: bar, nazar, bhar, par, idhar, kar, gar, chara-gar, khabar, magar. Hearing the two land together at the close of every sher is most of what makes this form sound the way it does.

Recordings

  • Begum Akhtar

    The reading most people mean when they name this ghazal.

  • Jagjit Singh

    Gentler, and part of his long run of work on Ghalib with Gulzar.

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Text and rights

Devanagari text supplied and checked by a reader who knows the language. The Urdu script and the transliteration follow that reading.

The couplet order is the one Rekhta prints. Singers reorder and shorten it freely.

Ghalib died in 1869, so the poem itself is out of copyright everywhere. The translation, the reading of each couplet and the essay around them are original work written for Harf.