Mirza Ghalib, who died on February 15, 1869, was a powerful, eloquent and erudite poet who investigated and captured life’s experiences and occurrences with capering humour in his enigmatic ghazals. Even though Ghalib was never fully appreciated in his own lifetime, today, his name is synonymous with Urdu poetry. His verses, which were far too advanced for his times, are not only recited in Urdu but have now transcended borders and languages, and cemented their place in American literary traditions.
Ever since English translator Edward Fitzgerald first transcreated Omar Khayyam’s The Rubaiyat in the mid-19th century, translators from the West have constantly tried to explore the depths of Indo-Islamic traditions of poetry. The interest in Persian ghazals was first shown by German translators and poets such as Johann Wolfgang Goethe, Joseph von Hammer-Purgstall, Friedrich Ruckert and August von Platen who had started translating ghazals by poets like Hafiz into German when Ghalib was still alive.
By the 20th century, Federico Garcia Lorca, the Spanish poet had already popularised ghazals (or gacelas as he called them) in Spanish through his collection Diwan del Tamarit (1940) – a result of his Moorish heritage and background. However, the form finally caught the attention of American poets and entered the framework of American poetry through Ghalib.
Ghalib in America
On Ghalib’s centennial death anniversary in 1969, Aijaz Ahmad – a Pakistani critic residing in New York – published Ghazals of Ghalib in order to familiarise the American audience with his timeless verses. His aim was to place the 19th-century poet, in his own words, “across time, space and civilizations”. According to Ahmad, rather than a simple translation project, this was translation as “an encounter of ages and histories” and a means for poets to “converse with each other, again across time, traditions and languages”. Ahmad handed out literal translations and lexical notes to revered American translators and poets such Adrienne Rich, WS Merwin, David Ray, Mark Strand, and William Hunt, who were free to choose whatever method of translation suited them the best.
Ahmad’s aim was to take Ghalib, and not the ghazal in its lyrical capacity to the West, so the translators weren’t asked to adhere to the formal structure of ghazal and had the freedom to use free verse. He emphasised that “translation is approximation” and that “one translation might capture what another misses”. There was a multiplicity of responses in the book since multiple poets translated the same ghazal. Reminiscent of American translator Eliot Weinberger’s project Nineteen ways of looking at Wang Wei (1987), where he commissioned 19 translators to translate the same poem, the results were fascinating. The three translation of Ghalib’s couplet ‘Vahshat-e-atish-e-dil se shab-e-tanhai mein / Surat-e-dud raha saaya gurezan mujh se’ read:
In the lonely night because of the anguish
of the fire in my heart
the shadow slipped from me like smoke
Through the bonfire my grief lit in that darkness
the shadow went past me like a wisp of smoke
That lonely night fire inhabited my heart— 'Ghazals of Ghalib' (1969)
And my shadow drifted from me in a thin cloud of smoke.
The breaking of form
The translations were a manifestation of literary critic Harold Bloom’s views that “freedom, in a poem, must mean freedom of meaning, the freedom to have a meaning of one’s own”. However, this emancipation of the essence by crushing the form was seen by many as misappropriation. Ahmad’s approach was questioned by many poets and scholars from South Asia such as Pariksith Singh, who raised crucial questions about loyalty to the text and the authenticity of the results and remarked, “to me, this is like calling a fourteen-line poem a sonnet”.
Even though the approach was questioned, its effect was acknowledged by everyone. The collection of poetry essentially created a butterfly effect. Poets such as Adrienne Rich, Phyllis Webb and John Hollander picked up the form and started writing ghazals in English, incorporating feminist themes and anti-war sentiments of the 1970s into their ghazals. By the time Agha Shahid Ali transformed ghazal writing in America in the late 1990s – bringing back the formal structure by employing traditional Urdu and Persian devices such as mazmun-afrini (theme creation), the qafia (rhyme scheme), and the radif (refrain) – ghazals had become a prominent form of poetry in the United States.
Since the publication of Ghazals of Ghalib 50 years ago, the interest in his poetry has grown exponentially. Christopher Merrill, the director of the International Writing Programme at the University of Iowa, goes as far as to say that “ghazal in today’s time has become a staple form of poetry that every MFA student has to endure”. The credit goes to Ghalib’s thought, his language of loss and expression of grief that sustained and managed to stay relevant in a different time, a different language system and different land.
Scholars such as Francis W Pritchett – who has dedicated years of her life to preserving Ghalib’s entire collection of poetry and his legacy through her project “A Desertful of Roses” – have not only enriched American literary traditions but have made Ghalib accessible to the whole world. In recent years, various poets and translators have attempted to translate Ghalib’s ghazals to English again in order to find new meaning.
Andrew McCord’s brilliant translations of Ghalib’s ghazals – where he manages to incorporate the qafia and radif while bringing out the essence – are an example of America’s continued fixation with Ghalib. Three couplets from McCord’s translation of Ghalib’s ghazal – “Lazim Tha ke Dekho Mera Raasta Koi Din Aur” read:
Should you not look after me another day?
Why did you go alone? I leave in only another day.
If your gravestone is not erased first my head will be.
Genuflecting at your door, in any case, it’s me another day.
Yesterday you came and now you say, “Shall I go today?”
Okay. It’s not forever, but it was for, surely, another day.
As you left you said to me, “We’ll meet on Judgement Day.”
That’s rich! After this destruction could there be another Day?
In my house you were the fourteenth night of the moon.
Why this dark house? Wane slowly another day.
And I say to the ancient sky, “Arif was still young and knowing.
What was it to you if he should die another day?”
With whom did you have such strict transactions
The sheriff death could not wait to garnishee another day?
Had you enmity with me or an argument with the sun,
Still you would stay to watch the children’s glee another day.
By no means had the interval of sadness and happiness expired.
You’re gone but you were meant to make do with me another day.
Only a fool asks me, “Ghalib why are you alive?”— Andrew McCord, ‘Four Ghazals by Mirza Ghalib’
My fate is to long for the day I will not be another day.
lāzim thā ki dekho mirā rastā koī din aur
tanhā ga.e kyuuñ ab raho tanhā koī din aur
miT jā.egā sar gar tirā patthar na ghisegā
huuñ dar pe tire nāsiya-farsā koī din aur
aa.e ho kal aur aaj hī kahte ho ki jā.ūñ
maanā ki hamesha nahīñ achchhā koī din aur
jaate hue kahte ho qayāmat ko mileñge
kyā ḳhuub qayāmat kā hai goyā koī din aur
haañ ai falak-e-pīr javāñ thā abhī aarif
kyā terā bigaḌtā jo na martā koī din aur
tum māh-e-shab-e-chār-dahum the mire ghar ke
phir kyuuñ na rahā ghar kā vo naqshā koī din aur
tum kaun se the aise khare dād-o-sitad ke
kartā malak-ul-maut taqāzā koī din aur
mujh se tumheñ nafrat sahī nayyar se laḌā.ī
bachchoñ kā bhī dekhā na tamāshā koī din aur
guzrī na bahar-hāl ye muddat ḳhush o nā-ḳhush
karnā thā javāñ-marg guzārā koī din aur
nādāñ ho jo kahte ho ki kyuuñ jiite haiñ ‘ġhālib’
qismat meñ hai marne kī tamannākoī din aur
It is only natural that from here on, Ghalib’s influence will only grow in the West. Robert Bly’s collection The Lightning Should Have Fallen on Ghalib (1999) and Russel Ralph’s The Seeing Eye: Selections from the Urdu and Persian Ghazals of Ghalib (2003) are a testament to the fact that Ghalib’s verses have reinvigorated formal poetry in the West, and in doing so, has found a place in the American literary consciousness.
Manan Kapoor is a writer with Sahapedia, an open online resource on the arts, cultures and heritage of India. This article is based on Sahapedia’s module on Mirza Ghalib. Sahapedia offers encyclopaedic content on India’s vast and diverse heritage in multimedia format, authored by scholars and curated by experts – to creatively engage with culture and history to reveal connections for a wide public using digital media.
Corrections & clarifications: An earlier version of the piece said Federico Garcia Lorca was a Chilean poet, when he was in fact Spanish.
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