Oft, in the stilly night, Aksar Shab-e-Tanhai Mein, اکثر شبِ تنہائی میں

Poet: Thomas Moore (1779 - 1852 / Dublin / Ireland)
Poet (translation from English to Urdu): Nadir Kakorvi (born 1857)
Singer: Reshma-(Born in Rajasthan to a Gypsy family in 1947)

Oft, in the stilly night,
Ere slumber's chain has bound me,
Fond memory brings the light
Of other days around me;
The smiles, the tears,
Of boyhood's years,
The words of love then spoken;
The eyes that shone,
Now dimm'd and gone,
The cheerful hearts now broken!
Thus, in the stilly night,
Ere slumber's chain hath bound me,
Sad memory brings the light
Of other days around me.

When I remember all
The friends, so link'd together,
I've seen around me fall,
Like leaves in wintry weather;
I feel like one
Who treads alone
Some banquet-hall deserted,
Whose lights are fled,
Whose garlands dead,
And all but he departed!
Thus, in the stilly night,
Ere slumber's chain has bound me,
Sad memory brings the light
Of other days around me.


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Aksar shab-e-tanhai mein, Kuch dair pehlay neend say

Guzri hui dil-chuspian, Beetay huay din aish k

Buntay haiN shama-e-zindagi, Aur Daaltay haiN roshni

Meray dil-e-sud chaak per...

Woh bachpan aur wo saadgi, Woh rona woh hansna kabhi

Phir woh jawani kay mazay, Woh dil lagi woh qehqahay

Woh ishq woh ehd-e-wafa, Woh wada or woh shukriya

Woh lazzat-e-bazm-e-tarb, Yaad aati hain ik aik sab.......

Dil ka kanwal jo roz-o-shab, rehta shagufta tha so ab
Os ka yeh ab tar haal hai, ik sabza-e-pamaal hai
Ik phool kumlaya hua, sookha hua bikhra hua
Ronda parda hai khaak per...

Yunhi shab-e-tanhai main, kuch dair pehlay neend say
Guzri hui na-kaamiyan, beetay huay din ranj kay
Bantay hain shama-e-baykasi, aur Daltay hain roshni
Un hasraton ki qabr per...

jo aarzooain pehlay theen, phir Gham say hasrat ban gaein
Gham dooston k faut ka, un ki jawaan mout ka
lay daikh sheeshay main meray, un hasraton ka khoon hai
jo gardish-e-ayyam say, jo qismat-e-nakaam say
ya aish-e-gham anjaam say, marg-e-but-e-gulfaam say
khud dil mein meray mer gaein, kis tarha paaon main hazeen
qaaboo dil-e-sadchaak per..

jab aah un ahbab ko, main yaad ker uthta hoon jo
yun mujh say pehlay uthh gaye, jis tarha taaier (birds) baaGh k
ya jesay phool aur pattiyan, gir jain sab qabl khizan
aur Khushk reh jaye shajr...

us waqt tanhai meri, bun ker mujassam baykasi
ker deti hai pesh-e-nazar, ho haq sa ik weeran ghar
berbaad jis ko chor ka, sub rehnay walay chal basay
TooTay kiwaaR or khiRkiyaN, chat (ceiling) k Tapaknay k nishaN
pernaalay haiN rozan nahin, yeh hall hain aaNgan nahin
perday nahiN, chilman nahin, ik shama tak roshan nahin
meray siwa jiss main koi, jhankay na bhoolay say koi
woh khana-e-shali hai dil, poochay na jis ko dev koi
ujra hua weeran ghar...

aksar shab-e-tanhai main, kuch dair pehlay neend say
guzri hui dil-chuspian, beetay huay din aish k
bantay haiN shama-e-zindagi, aur Daltay haiN roshni
meray dil-e-sud chaak per...

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اکثر شبِ تنہائی میں
کچھ دیر پہلے نیند سے
گزری ہوئی دلچسپیاں
بیتے ہوئے دن عیش کے
بنتے ہیں شمعِ ذندگی
اور ڈالتے ہیں روشنی

میرے دلِ صد چاک پر

وہ بچپن اوروہ سادگی
وہ رونا وہ ہنسنا کبھی
پھر وہ جوانی کے مزے
وہ دل لگی وہ قہقہے
وہ عشق وہ عہدِ و فا
وہ وعدہ اور وہ شکریہ
وہ لذتِ بزمِ طرب
یاد آتے ہیں ایک ایک سب

دل کا کنول جو روز و شب
رہتا شگفتہ تھا سو اب
اسکا یہ ابتر حال ہے
اک سبزۂ پا مال ہے
اک پھو ل کُملایا ہوا
ٹوٹا ہوا بکھرا ہوا

روندا پڑا ہے خاک پر

یوں ہی شبِ تنہائی میں
کچھ دیر پہلے نیند سے
گزری ہوئی ناکامیاں
بیتے ہوئے دن رنج کے
بنتے ہیں شمعِ بےکسی
اور ڈالتے ہیں روشنی

ان حسرتوں کی قبر پر

جوآرزوئیں پہلے تھیں
پھر غم سے حسرت بن گئیں
غم دوستو ں کی فوت کا
ان کی جواناں موت کا

لے دیکھ شیشے میں مرے
ان حسرتوں کا خون ہے
جو گرد شِ ایام سے
جو قسمتِ ناکام سے
یا عیشِ غمِ انجام سے
مرگِ بتِ گلفام سے
خود میرے غم میں مر گئیں
کس طرح پاؤں میں حزیں

قابو دلِ بےصبر پر

جب آہ ان احباب کو
میں یاد کر اٹھتا ہوں جو
یوں مجھ سے پہلے اٹھ گئے
جس طرح طائر باغ کے
یا جیسے پھول اور پتیاں
گر جائیں سب قبل از خزاں

اور خشک رہ جائے شجر

اس وقت تنہائی مری
بن کر مجسم بےکسی
کر دیتی ہے پیشِ نظر
ہو حق سااک ویران گھر
ویراں جس کو چھوڑ کے
سب رہنے والے چل بسے
ٹو ٹے کواڑ اور کھڑ کیاں
چھت کے ٹپکنے کے نشاں
پرنالے ہیں روزن نہیں
یہ ہال ہے، آ نگن نہیں
پردے نہیں، چلمن نہیں
اک شمع تک روشن نہیں
میرے سوا جس میں کوئی
جھا نکے نہ بھولے سے کبھی
وہ خانۂ خالی ہے دل
پو چھے نہ جس کو دیو بھی

اجڑا ہوا ویران گھر

یوں ہی شب تنہائی میں
کچھ دیر پہلے نیند سے
گزری ہوئی دلچسپیاں
بیتے ہوئے دن عیش کے
بنتے ہیں شمعِ زندگی
اور ڈالتے ہیں روشنی

میرے دل صد چاک پر

(نادر کاکوروی)

Kesariya Balam Padharo Maaro Des by Ustad Naseer-ud-din Saami

World music day: Music is spiritual and eternal, says Pakistani classical vocalist

On the occasion of world music day, Pakistan's legendary classical vocalist Ustad Naseeruddin Saami says that music can help spread peace and love between the two countries.

"Music has great power. It can heal even deepest of wounds," the legendary 'Khayal' vocalist said, stressing that it could help bring the people of India and Pakistan together.

"Hum sur kay saath baat kartey hein (we talk through our music)," Saami, who was in India for about a month giving performances, told PTI.

He was in the country on the invitation of Society for Promotion of Indian Classical Music and Culture (SPICMACAY).

The 66-year-old 'Khayal' singer of the "Dilli Gharana" says that classical singing should be promoted among the younger generation.

"I feel classical singing has great powers. It can not only help bring the people of the two nations together, but it can also help wean away our younger generation from the ills afflicting the modern society," he said.

He said that the present generation was madly after Western music because "we do not teach them our own music forms. We need to cultivate a taste for these forms among the youth".

"It is not that the younger generation does not want to learn these forms. When I was in Cuttack for a performance, I was pleasantly surprised to see a group of about 1500 people, mostly youngsters, who were keen to know more about Khayal and other forms of classical singing," he said.

Speaking about his childhood days, Saami said he obtained training from his late uncle, the eminent Munshi Raziuddin.

He also obtained further training under the elders of the Dilli Gharana, Sardar Khan, Pyaray Khan and Iftikhar Ahmed Khan.

Saami attaches great importance to the historic traditions of his art. His style of singing is called 'Shudh Bani'.

"I am a strict practitioner of my inherited musical philosophy? that of maintaining and believing in the purity of 'Sur' (melody of notes) because Ragas demand Sur," said Saami, who performs other elements of classical music like Thumri, Sadra and Kajri with versatility, which is distinctive of his Gharana.

Saami said that his ancestors founded the school of music known as the "Dilli Gharana" while his ancestor Miyan Samaat had the privilege of being the disciple of Hazrat Amir Khusrao.

"I was born in Delhi and lost my parents early. My uncle groomed me. We are closely related to another great musician Qutub Baksh, also known as Ustad Tan Ras Khan, the legendary composer and vocalist of the Dilli school, who perfectly blended various aspects of the Khayal," he said.

http://indiatoday.intoday.in/site/story/music-is-spiritual-and-eternal-pak-classical-vocalist/1/142213.html

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Kesariya Balam, Padharo Maro Des - Maand

Eng Trans: O saffron-hued lover, step into my country

Fr Trans:Oh mon amour viens donc, Viens chez moi

recital by Ustad Naseeruddin Saami

Fr Trans:

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CHANT SINDHI DU DESERT

Padaro maro deis Viens dans ma patrie

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Eh Dhola aavo na

Oh mon amour viens donc

Padharo maro deis

Viens chez moi

Kesaria balam aavo na

ô mon bien-aimé , mon chéri , viens donc

Oonche charh kar dekhti aur hathan leti phool

Je monte sur une hauteur en tenant à la main des fleurs

Jo aata us se poochti,mora sajan hai kitni door

A tous ceux qui viennent je demande à quelle distance se trouve l'élu de mon coeur

Kesaria balam aavo na ,padharo maro deis

ô mon bien aimé viens donc, viens chez moi

Aa sajan more nainann mein so palak dhaamp taa hai loon

Viens ô mon amour dans mes yeux,que je te cache avec mes paupières

Na mein dekhoon aur koi sa,na tohe dekhann doon

ainsi je ne regarderai nul autre,et ne laisserai personne te voir

Ab to aaja ba khuda paas koi ghair nahin

Enfin viens ,par Dieu il n'y a personne d'autre ici

Ik teri yaad aur ye shab tanhai

Il ne reste plus que ton souvenir et cette nuit de solitude

Ghuncha hai,gul hai;sabza hai,abre bahaar hai

Il y a le bourgeon,la rose,la verdure,la promesse du printemps

Sab jamaa ho chuke hein ,tera intezar hai

Tous sont réunis et n'attendent plus que toi

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Mme Saida Haider

PARIS

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aaja sajan more nainan me, so palak dhanp tohe lun

naa mai dekhun aur kisee, aur naa tohe dekhan dun. :-)

Rajastani folk song "Kesariya Balam" is sung here by classical singer Ustad Naseeruddin Saami.

Originally from the Delhi Gharana, Saami is from Karachi, Pakistani.

His mentors were his Ustad and uncle Munshi Raziuddin. Ustad Sardar Khan, Iftikhar Ahmed and Piaray Khan whom he avidly follows. Saami saheb also happens to be married to the daughter of Raziuddin and his son Rauf Saami thankfully follows in his footsteps and has recently opened a school of music based in Defence, Karachi.

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comment by mfarazqq on Youtube:

Ustad Bade Ghulam Ali once said: "There would be no hate and division of hearts in sub-continent if one member of each family in the sub-continent were to learn classical music"..

Sir jee Sangeet mian bari taqat hai.. ye kaise dil se nafrat dur karti hai.. Lata Jee ya Rafi ko suntay hue hum sab bhool jetay hain.. jis tarah aap loog bade gulam ali ya yahan aur dosray singers ko suntay hue sab nafrat ki batain bhool jatay hoo..

Regerds,

Sarhad par se aapka ik bhai..

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True. This is one amazingly moving rendition. However, equally heart warming are the comments of love, peace and mutual respect on this page by music lovers of two neighbouring countries. I would request viewers to share this with friends and the younger generation to spread peace, love and harmony amongst us all. Too many tears shed, too much blood spilt, many lives lost....its now time to bury the hatchet and come together. Live and let live! Thank you Arifbhai!

DhirenJ2009 1 day ago DhirenJ2009