Harf
Script shown with the Urdu

مست نظروں سے اللہ بچائے Mast Nazron Se Allah Bachaye — God Save Me From Those Drunk Eyes

Unknown

Ghazal

Somebody is praying to be kept safe, and what they want keeping safe from is beautiful people. God protect me from drunk glances. God protect me from moon-faced ones. Let every disaster in the world land on my head instead, only spare me the good-looking.

Nobody knows who wrote it, and Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan is the reason anybody sings it. Five couplets ahead, and the fourth one turns and points at somebody who was not expecting to be included.

01  — mast nazron se allah bachaye mah-jamalon se allah bachaye Matla · the opening

مست نظروں سے اللہ بچائے مہ جمالوں سے اللہ بچائے
ہر بلا سر پہ آ جائے میری حسن والوں سے اللہ بچائے

मस्त नज़रों से अल्लाह बचाए मह-जमालों से अल्लाह बचाए
हर बला सर पे आ जाए मेरी हुस्न वालों से अल्लाह बचाए

mast nazron se allah bachaye mah-jamalon se allah bachaye
har bala sar pe aa jaye meri husn-valon se allah bachaye

God save me from drunk glances. God save me from moon-faced people. Let every disaster there is land on my head instead, only save me from the beautiful.

The second line makes the terms of the deal explicit, and the terms are absurd. He is not asking to be spared trouble. He is volunteering for all of it, on condition that the beautiful are kept away, which makes them the one category of trouble he does not think he can survive.

مست mast
intoxicated; rapt, beyond caring
مہ جمال mah-jamal
moon-beautiful; having a face like the moon
بلا bala
a calamity, an affliction

02  — in ki masoomiyat par na jaana in ke dhoke mein hargiz na aana

ان کی معصومیت پر نہ جانا ان کے دھوکے میں ہرگز نہ آنا
لوٹ لیتے ہیں یہ مسکرا کر ان کی چالوں سے اللہ بچائے

इन की मा'सूमियत पर न जाना इन के धोके में हरगिज़ न आना
लूट लेते हैं ये मुस्कुरा कर इन की चालों से अल्लाह बचाए

in ki masoomiyat par na jaana in ke dhoke mein hargiz na aana
loot lete hain ye muskura kar in ki chaalon se allah bachaye

Do not go by how innocent they look. Do not fall for the trick, not for a moment. They rob you while smiling at you. God save us from their manoeuvres.

This is advice being given to somebody else, which is the poem's favourite position: a man who has been through it warning the next one. Chaal means a move in a game and it also means the way a person walks, so the manoeuvres and the gait are one word. There is no separating the strategy from the body.

معصومیت masoomiyat
innocence
ہرگز hargiz
on no account, not in the slightest
چال chaal
a move in a game; also the way somebody walks

03  — bholi soorat hai baaten hain bholi munh mein kuchh hai magar dil mein kuchh hai

بھولی صورت ہے باتیں ہیں بھولی منہ میں کچھ ہے مگر دل میں کچھ ہے
لاکھ چہرہ سہی چاند جیسا دل کے کالوں سے اللہ بچائے

भोली सूरत है बातें हैं भोली मुँह में कुछ है मगर दिल में कुछ है
लाख चेहरा सही चाँद जैसा दिल के कालों से अल्लाह बचाए

bholi soorat hai baaten hain bholi munh mein kuchh hai magar dil mein kuchh hai
lakh chehra sahi chand jaisa dil ke kalon se allah bachaye

A guileless face, and guileless talk with it. One thing in the mouth and something else in the heart. Let the face be like the moon a hundred thousand times over. God save us from the black-hearted.

The couplet the whole poem rests on, and it is doing something to a convention rather than to a person. The moon face is the standard compliment in this poetry, and here it is conceded a hundred thousand times over and then set aside as irrelevant. Beauty is not being denied. It is being ruled inadmissible.

بھولی bholi
guileless, simple, innocent-looking
لاکھ lakh
a hundred thousand; in speech, however much you like

04  — dil mein hai khwahish-e-hoor-o-jannat aur zahir mein shauq-e-ibadat

دل میں ہے خواہشِ حور و جنت اور ظاہر میں شوقِ عبادت
بس ہمیں شیخ جی آپ جیسے اللہ والوں سے اللہ بچائے

दिल में है ख़्वाहिश-ए-हूर-ओ-जन्नत और ज़ाहिर में शौक़-ए-इबादत
बस हमें शैख़ जी आप जैसे अल्लाह-वालों से अल्लाह बचाए

dil mein hai khwahish-e-hoor-o-jannat aur zahir mein shauq-e-ibadat
bas hamein shaikh ji aap jaise allah-valon se allah bachaye

In the heart, a longing for houris and paradise. On the surface, great enthusiasm for worship. Shaikh ji, God save us from men of God like your good self.

The turn, and the poem does not signal it coming. Zahir is the outward, visible face of a thing, set against what is in the heart, and it is the same split the poem has just spent two couplets accusing the beautiful of. Then aap, the respectful you, and shaikh ji, with the honorific attached. He is impeccably polite, and the politeness is what makes the line so cutting.

حور hoor
a houri; one of the promised companions of paradise
ظاہر zahir
the outward, visible side of something
شیخ shaikh
the religious elder; Urdu poetry's stock moralist

05  — in ki fitrat mein hai bevafai jaanti hai ye saari khudai

ان کی فطرت میں ہے بے وفائی جانتی ہے یہ ساری خدائی
اچھے اچھوں کو دیتے ہیں دھوکا بھولے بھالوں سے اللہ بچائے

इन की फ़ितरत में है बेवफ़ाई जानती है ये सारी ख़ुदाई
अच्छे-अच्छों को देते हैं धोका भोले-भालों से अल्लाह बचाए

in ki fitrat mein hai bevafai jaanti hai ye saari khudai
achhe-achhon ko dete hain dhoka bhole-bhalon se allah bachaye

Faithlessness is in their nature, and the whole of creation knows it. They fool the very best of men. God save us from the ones who look harmless.

Fitrat is nature in the sense of how a thing was made, so this is not an accusation of bad behaviour but a description of the species. And the last three words finish the argument: after four couplets of being warned about the beautiful and the pious, what he finally asks to be saved from is anybody who looks harmless.

فطرت fitrat
nature; the way a thing is made
خدائی khudai
the whole of creation; everything God made
بھولا بھالا bhola-bhala
harmless-looking, simple, meaning no trouble

Reading it whole

The joke needs the form to stay serious. Allah bachaye, God save us, is what people actually say when something frightening comes up in conversation, and it arrives at the end of every second line. Five times, applied to nothing more dangerous than attractive people smiling at somebody.

The first three couplets are a briefing, delivered by a man with experience. Do not go by how innocent they look. Do not fall for it under any circumstances. They rob you while smiling, so watch the footwork. And then the third couplet: the face may be a moon a hundred thousand times over, God save us from black hearts. The whole convention of the radiant beloved gets held up against what the person is actually like, and does not survive.

Then the fourth couplet turns and points at the preacher, and this is where the poem stops being about romance at all. Inside, a desire for houris and paradise. Outside, a great show of enthusiasm for worship. So: God save us, shaikh ji, from men of God like your good self. The prayer that has been aimed at pretty faces gets aimed at the pulpit without one word of its wording being changed.

The poem never once explains that reversal. Everything said about the beautiful, that they are one thing inside and another outside, that they take you while smiling, that their nature is faithlessness, applies exactly to a pious man who is in it for the rewards. The poem simply says the same sentence twice, once about one crowd and once about the other, and never joins the two dots for you.

Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan's recording for Oriental Star is why anybody has heard this. The poet's name went missing somewhere along the way, which is what tends to happen to poems that qawwals carry: the singer's name travels with the record and the writer's falls off the back of it.

How it rhymes

Every second line closes on the same word — سے اللہ بچائے , se allah bachaye. That repetition is the radif. The rhyme falling just before it is the qafiya: The -aalon ending before the refrain: mah-jamalon, husn-valon, chalon, kalon, allah-valon, bhole-bhalon. Hearing the two land together at the close of every sher is most of what makes this form sound the way it does.

Recordings

Read next

All 128 poems, A to Z

Text and rights

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

Rekhta prints the ghazal with no poet attached to it, and it carries no maqta, so there is no pen-name to work from either.

Some sites credit it to a named poet, but the attribution conflicts with Rekhta's and is not used here.

The poet is unknown, so there is no death year to date the text from and it cannot be called public domain. It is quoted here as the subject of Harf's own criticism: the translation, the reading of each couplet and the essay around them are original work written for this page. If you hold the rights and would like something changed, tell us on Instagram.