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Introduction to Gajal
Gajal is the oldest form of poetry ever used. The word ‘gajal’ in some languages is called “ghajal” and in others it is pronounced “gu-ZAHL”, although in both cases the word “g” is almost identical to “ch” in “Bach.” It is said that the word comes from the sound of a squirrel being injured when it dies. The form comes from Arabic, Nepali, Urdu, Hindi, and Hebrew. It remains popular as a style sung in parts of the world where the distinction between poetry (spoken word) and song lyrics (lyrics, with specific music) is not very different.
The official features of ghajal were well known in English in the 1920’s, however, with the translation of the free ghajal verse in the 1960s, many Western writers thought of ghajal as a way of describing a series of cut-off couples. Beginning in the 1990s, Agha Shahid Ali began to insist on the official principles of what he called “real” ghajal. You may object here — perhaps emphasizing that the poem of the free verse is not as real as the official poem, but I promise — if you had met Shahid, you would have immediately become interested, and agreed immediately. If you had met Shahid, you would have written at least three or four gajals by now.
हरेक अनुहारको खुसी दुखको हो
हाम्रो चारैतिर रोशनि दुखको हो
म मेरो बिछोडमा हजुरको मिलन देख्छु
यानी खुसिको हो पल यहि दुखको हो
अरुको दुखलाइ नि आफ्नो सम्झिन्छौ
यो बानी पनि देन दुखको हो
छैन कसैको साथको आश पनि मलाइ
साथ निभाउनु पनि केवल इच्छा दुखको हो
अजीब छ बदल्ने गुण अनुभव को पनि
अघि खुसी खुसीको थियो भर्खर दुखको छ
खुसी मनाउ कि हुदैन उ सङ्ग कुरा
कुरापछी हुने कुरा पनि दुखको हो
कुन आशमा हिंड्न थालेछ एक्लो मन
थाहा छैन यसलाइ यो गाडी दुखको हो
दुख पर्यो भनेर दुखी नहो ए मन
जिन्दगि एकदिनको हासो र सधै दुखको हो ।।
कति सच्चाइहरु लाई बदल्दै छु म
सपनादेखि यसै सधै बहल्दै छु म
खबर सोध्नेहरु कहिले आयौ साथ दिन
जब पनि खसे आफै सम्हालिदै छु म
सय तरिकाले हजुरलाइ खुसी बनाउदै छु
सय तरिकाले रङ्ग बदल्दै छु म
जस्को मनमा मेरो लागि केही थिएन
उस्कै लागि आगोमा चल्दै छु म ।।
चारैतिर कालो बादल अनि शितल छाएको थिएन
यस्तो बर्षातको मौसम यसअघि आएको थिएन
तातो फलाममाथी झरेको पानी जस्तो छ अब खुसीपनि
जिन्दगिले यसरी कहिल्यै पनि तर्साएको थिएन
के पाइस आखिर यसै छायाको पछि भागेर
ए नादान मन तलाइ के पहिले सम्झाएको थिएन
मात्र खुस्बुको कमि छ कागजी गुलाबमा
नत्र त पसलमा एउटा पनि फुल ओइलाएको थिएन
सोध्छन साह्रै बद्लिएछस नि त ए दोस्त
के भनु यस्तो चोट पनि त पहिले पाएको थिएन ।।
After reading these Gajals you maye also want to write some. Writing a ghazal is like looking in a broken mirror. The refrain determines the title, but each couplet is similar to one of the glass letters. You see the concept of “master” over and over again, but always from a different perspective or lens. The ghazal reverses the fusion of voice, narration, and controversy we are accustomed to in the West. It is free to talk to the subject at different angles, in different places. You can build without having to stay in line. You can get as many angles as you want. It makes testers of all of us.
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