Recitation of poetry is deeply regarded for expressing your true feelings. It has been observed that Urdu poets in the past used to say poetry that depicts the social, cultural surroundings of their era. Last Updated on Sunday, October 14 2018 ... Read more
ALLOPHANES. UNSEASONABLE man, statue of ice, What could to countries solitude entice Thee, in this year's cold and decrepit time ? Nature's instinct draws to the warmer clime Even smaller birds, who by that courage dare In numerous fleets sail through their sea, the air. What delicacy can in fields appear, Whilst Flora herself doth a frieze jerkin wear ? Whilst winds do all the trees and hedges strip Of leaves, to furnish rods enough to whip Thy madness from thee, and all springs by frost Have taken cold, and their sweet murmurs lost? If thou thy faults or fortunes wouldst lament With just solemnity, do it in Lent. At court the spring already advanced is, The sun stays longer up ; and yet not his The glory is ; far other, other fires. First, zeal to prince and state, then love's desires Burn in one breast, and like heaven's two great lights, The first doth govern days, the other, nights. And then that early light which did appear Before the sun and moon created were, The princes favour is diffused o'er all, From which all fortunes, names, and natures fall. Then from those wombs of stars, the bride's bright eyes, At every glance, a constellation flies, And sows the court with stars, and doth prevent In light and power, the all-eyed firmament. First her eyes kindle other ladies' eyes, Then from their beams their jewels' lustres rise, And from their jewels torches do take fire, And all is warmth, and light, and good desire. Most other courts, alas ! are like to hell, Where in dark places, fire without light doth dwell ; Or but like stoves ; for lust and envy get Continual, but artificial heat. Here zeal and love grown one all clouds digest, And make our court an everlasting east. And canst thou be from thence ? IDIOS. No, I am there ; As heaven—to men disposed—is everywhere, So are those courts, whose princes animate Not only all their house but all their state. Let no man think, because he's full, he hath all. Kings—as their pattern, God—are liberal Not only in fullness, but capacity, Enlarging narrow men to feel and see, And comprehend the blessings they bestow. So, reclused hermits oftentimes do know More of heaven's glory than a worldling can. As man is of the world, the heart of man Is an epitome of God's great book Of creatures, and man need no farther look ; So is the country of courts, where sweet peace doth, As their one common soul, give life to both ; And am I then from court ? ALLOPHANES. Dreamer, thou art : Think'st thou, fantastic, that thou hast a part In the Indian fleet, because thou hast A little spice or amber in thy taste ? Because thou art not frozen, art thou warm ? Seest thou all good, because thou seest no harm ? The earth doth in her inner bowels hold Stuff well-disposed, and which would fain be gold ; But never shall, except it chance to lie So upward, that heaven gild it with his eye. As, for divine things, faith comes from above, So, for best civil use, all tinctures move From higher powers ; from God religion springs, Wisdom and honour from the use of kings : Then unbeguile thyself, and know with me, That angels, though on earth employ'd they be, Are still in heaven, so is he still at home That doth abroad to honest actions come. Chide thyself then, O fool, which yesterday Mightst have read more than all thy books bewray ; Hast thou a history, which doth present A court, where all affections do assent Unto the king's, and that that king's are just ; And where it is no levity to trust ; Where there is no ambition, but to obey ; Where men need whisper nothing, and yet may ; Where the king's favours are so placed, that all Find that the king therein is liberal To them, in him, because his favours bend To virtue, to the which they all pretend ? Thou hast no such ; yet here was this, and more. An earnest lover, wise then, and before, Our little Cupid hath sued livery, And is no more in his minority ; He is admitted now into that breast Where the king's counsels and his secrets rest. What hast thou lost, O ignorant man ? IDIOS. I knew All this, and only therefore I withdrew. To know and feel all this, and not to have Words to express it, makes a man a grave Of his own thoughts ; I would not therefore stay At a great feast, having no grace to say. And yet I 'scaped not here ; for being come Full of the common joy, I utter'd some. Read then this nuptial song, which was not made Either the court or men's hearts to invade ; But since I am dead and buried, I could frame No epitaph, which might advance my fame So much as this poor song, which testifies I did unto that day some sacrifice. I. THE TIME OF THE MARRIAGE. Thou art reprieved, old year, thou shalt not die ; Though thou upon thy death-bed lie, And should'st within five days expire, Yet thou art rescued by a mightier fire, Than thy old soul, the sun, When he doth in his largest circle run. The passage of the west or east would thaw, And open wide their easy liquid jaw To all our ships, could a Promethean art Either unto the northern pole impart The fire of these inflaming eyes, or of this loving heart. II. EQUALITY OF PERSONS. But undiscerning Muse, which heart, which eyes, In this new couple, dost thou prize, When his eye as inflaming is As hers, and her heart loves as well as his ? Be tried by beauty, and then The bridegroom is a maid, and not a man ; If by that manly courage they be tried, Which scorns unjust opinion ; then the bride Becomes a man. Should chance or envy's art Divide these two, whom nature scarce did part, Since both have the inflaming eye, and both the loving heart? III. RAISING OF THE BRIDEGROOM. Though it be some divorce to think of you Single, so much one are you two, Let me here contemplate thee, First, cheerful bridegroom, and first let me see, How thou prevent'st the sun, And his red foaming horses dost outrun ; How, having laid down in thy Sovereign's breast All businesses, from thence to reinvest Them when these triumphs cease, thou forward art To show to her, who doth the like impart, The fire of thy inflaming eyes, and of thy loving heart. IV. RAISING OF THE BRIDE. But now to thee, fair bride, it is some wrong, To think thou wert in bed so long. Since soon thou liest down first, 'tis fit Thou in first rising shouldst allow for it. Powder thy radiant hair, Which if without such ashes thou wouldst wear, Thou which, to all which come to look upon, Wert meant for Phoebus, wouldst be Phaëton. For our ease, give thine eyes th' unusual part Of joy, a tear ; so quench'd, thou mayst impart, To us that come, thy inflaming eyes ; to him, thy loving heart. V. HER APPARELLING. Thus thou descend'st to our infirmity, Who can the sun in water see. So dost thou, when in silk and gold Thou cloud'st thyself ; since we which do behold Are dust and worms, 'tis just, Our objects be the fruits of worms and dust. Let every jewel be a glorious star, Yet stars are not so pure as their spheres are ; And though thou stoop, to appear to us, in part, Still in that picture thou entirely art, Which thy inflaming eyes have made within his loving heart. VI. GOING TO THE CHAPEL. Now from your easts you issue forth, and we, As men, which through a cypress see The rising sun, do think it two ; So, as you go to church, do think of you ; But that veil being gone, By the church rites you are from thenceforth one. The church triumphant made this match before, And now the militant doth strive no more. Then, reverend priest, who God's Recorder art, Do, from his dictates, to these two impart All blessings which are seen, or thought, by angel's eye or heart. VII. THE BENEDICTION. Blest pair of swans, O may you interbring Daily new joys, and never sing ; Live, till all grounds of wishes fail, Till honour, yea, till wisdom grow so stale, That new great heights to try, I must serve your ambition, to die ; Raise heirs, and may here, to the world's end, live Heirs from this king, to take thanks, you, to give. Nature and grace do all, and nothing art ; May never age or error overthwart With any west these radiant eyes, with any north this heart. VIII. FEASTS AND REVELS. But you are over-blest. Plenty this day Injures ; it causeth time to stay ; The tables groan, as though this feast Would, as the flood, destroy all fowl and beast. And were the doctrine new That the earth moved, this day would make it true ; For every part to dance and revel goes, They tread the air, and fall not where they rose. Though six hours since the sun to bed did part, The masks and banquets will not yet impart A sunset to these weary eyes, a centre to this heart. IX. THE BRIDE'S GOING TO BED. What mean'st thou, bride, this company to keep ? To sit up, till thou fain wouldst sleep ? Thou mayst not, when thou'rt laid, do so ; Thyself must to him a new banquet grow ; And you must entertain And do all this day's dances o'er again. Know that if sun and moon together do Rise in one point, they do not set so too. Therefore thou mayst, fair bride, to bed depart ; Thou art not gone, being gone ; where'er thou art, Thou leavest in him thy watchful eyes, in him thy loving heart. X. THE BRIDEGROOM'S COMING. As he that sees a star fall, runs apace, And finds a jelly in the place, So doth the bridegroom haste as much, Being told this star is fallen, and finds her such. And as friends may look strange, By a new fashion, or apparel's change, Their souls, though long acquainted they had been, These clothes, their bodies, never yet had seen. Therefore at first she modestly might start, But must forthwith surrender every part, As freely as each to each before gave either eye or heart. XI. THE GOOD-NIGHT. Now, as in Tullia's tomb, one lamp burnt clear, Unchanged for fifteen hundred year, May these love-lamps we here enshrine, In warmth, light, lasting, equal the divine. Fire ever doth aspire, And makes all like itself, turns all to fire, But ends in ashes ; which these cannot do, For none of these is fuel, but fire too. This is joy's bonfire, then, where love's strong arts Make of so noble individual parts One fire of four inflaming eyes, and of two loving hearts. IDIOS. As I have brought this song, that I may do A perfect sacrifice, I'll burn it too. ALLOPHANES. No, sir. This paper I have justly got, For, in burnt incense, the perfume is not His only that presents it, but of all ; Whatever celebrates this festival Is common, since the joy thereof is so. Nor may yourself be priest ; but let me go Back to the court, and I will lay it upon Such altars, as prize your devotion. John Donne
Urdu Poetry – Poetry is the language of heart. Emotions and feelings take the shape of words and are delivered in a poetic manner. Urdu poetry draws its existence from past 18th and 19th century which are rich in tradition and composed in various forms. Most of the Urdu poetry derives from Arabic and Persian origin. From time immemorial, Urdu poetry has been written and narrated by renowned poets of all times. Urdu poetry is enriched with such true emotions and feelings. It has been observed that Urdu poets in the past used to say poetry that depicts and highlights the social, cultural issues of their era.
The poets used Urdu poetry as a medium of expression to put their thoughts forward for the readers. The Urdu poets are known for reviving romance, culture, social & political issues in the form of Urdu poetry collections. Urdu poetry is considered as an integral part of Pakistani culture. Our history is rich with numerous poetry collections from renowned poets like Mirza Ghalib, Allama Iqbal, Mir Dard, Mir Taqi Mir, and the list goes on. Allama Iqbal and Mirza Ghalib are considered to be the flag barrier of Urdu poetry. Iqbal Urdu poetry is based on philosophy, love, and for encouraging Muslims of India. Mirza Ghalib is regarded as the greatest Urdu poets of all times. They have contributed incredibly in the form of Ghazal, Hamd, Nazm, Ruba’i, Shayari and much more. Apart from them, Mir Taqi Mir and Mir Dard are known for romantic and sad Urdu poetry. Several other maestros of Urdu Poetry have been passed who added some valuable pearls and gems to the poetic collections from time to time.
Urdu poetry has evolved and revolutionized from time to time. Previously tough Persian and Arabic words are used for narrating the Urdu poetry. Later use of simpler Urdu words have taken over and are used more oftenly. Poets like Ahmed Faraz, Parveen Shakir, Faiz Ahmed Faiz have added some valuable Urdu poetry collection that are loved and praised by masses to date. New subject matter, themes are used by new poets that has modernized Urdu Poetry. The various forms of Urdu Poetry available for the readers includes Ghazal, Hamd, Marsiya, Naat, Nazm, Qasida, Masnavi, Naat, Qawalli, Ruba’i, Shayari and much more. The poetry lovers can stock their libraries and houses with the enormous treasure of Urdu poetry. The collection of Urdu Poems in the form of Dewan and Kuliyat are preferred by those who have a taste for traditional poetry. Allama Iqbal and Mirza Ghalib have immense contribution to the Urdu poetry.
The Urdu poetry collection of Ghalib and Iqbal are researched, read and shared by masses worldwide.The modern Urdu poets possess a progressive and practical state of mind that is far from the narration of female beauty and romance. Urdu Ghazals has been associated with emotions earlier, but now the trends are changing to give it a completely new domain of expression. Many Urdu poets become popular because of their Romantic poetry include Ghazal Ahmed Faraz, Habib Jalib, Sagar Siddiqui, Muneer Niazi, Mohsin Naqvi, Farhat Abbas Shah and many others.
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