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Taj Mahal by Sahir Ludhianvi (Just for the heck of it and with no pun intended.. lol.. (and as a matter of fact for the mere sake of art appreciation), I would like to share my favorite poem written about the historical Taj Mahal. While I know that in my lifetime I might not ever be given the chance to visit this wondrous beauty, I am hoping that on the day my soul is liberated from this temporal being I call my body, I will be graced to witness its glorious structure and set free with me the souls of those lives and loves that have been lost within its pillars and its walls.) Thank you K.C. Kanda for this meaningful translation. The Taj, mayhap, to you may seem, a mark of love supreme You may hold this beauteous vale in great esteem; Yet, my love, meet me hence at some other place! How odd for the poor folk to frequent royal resorts; 'Tis strange that the amorous souls should tread the regal paths Trodden once by mighty kings and their proud consorts. Behind the facade of love my dear, you had better seen, The marks of imperial might that herein lie screen'd You who take delight in tombs of kings deceased, Should have seen the hutments dark where you and I did wean. Countless men in this world must have loved and gone, Who would say their loves weren't truthful or strong? But in the name of their loves, no memorial is raised For they too, like you and me, belonged to the common throng. These structures and sepulchres, these ramparts and forts, These relics of the mighty dead are, in fact, no more Than the cancerous tumours on the face of earth, Fattened on our ancestor's very blood and bones. They too must have loved, my love, whose hands had made, This marble monument, nicely chiselled and shaped But their dear ones lived and died, unhonoured, unknown, None burnt even a taper on their lowly graves. This bank of Jamuna, this edifice, these groves and lawns, These carved walls and doors, arches and alcoves, An emperor on the strength of wealth, Has played with us a cruel joke. Meet me hence, my love, at some other place. |
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11/22/2014 2:01 am |
The Taj Mahal is a mausoleum. It is one of the seven wonders of the world. Tale has it that this majestic piece of structure was originally designed by an architect as a resting place for him and his wife. This design was forcibly taken from him by Emperor Shah Jahan and built for his own wife Mumtaz Mahal. (There are many other versions to this story.) About 20,000 men were enslaved and worked incessantly for 22 years to complete the magnificent marble edifice. This poem was inspired by the tale of the love story of the architect and his wife and the enslavement of many for its completion. "Meet me hence, my love, at some other place."
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