The Garden Is A Bloody Mess

Bagiya Lahoo Luhan 

Haryali ko aankhen tarsen bagiya lahoo luhan
Pyar ke geet sunaoon kis ko shehar hue weeran
Bagiya lahoo luhan

Dasti hain suraj ki kirnen chand jalaye jaan
Pag pag maut ke gehre saye jeewan maut saman
Charon ore hawa phirti hai le kar teer Kaman
Bagiya lahoo luhan

Chhalni hain kaliyon ke seeney khoon mein lat paat
Aur nahjaney kab tak hogi ashkon ki barsaat
Dunya walon kab beeteinge dukh ke yeh din raat
Khoon se holi khel rahe hain dharti ke balwan

Bagiya lahoo luhan

English Translation

This poem is about the oppression in East Pakistan in 1971

Our eyes yearn for greenery
The garden is a bloody mess
For whom should I sing my songs of love
The cities are all a wilderness
The garden is a bloody mess

The rays of the sun, they sting
Moonbeams are a killing field, no less
Deep shadows of death hover at every step
Life wears a skull and bone dress
All around the air is on prowl
With bows and arrows, in full harness
The garden is a bloody mess

The battered buds are like a sieve
The leaves drenched in blood smears
Who knows, for how long
We’ll have this rain of tears
People how long do we have to bear
These days and nights of sorrow and distress
This oppressor’s blood bath is a frolicsome play
For the mighty of the world, a mark of their prowess
The garden is a bloody mess

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Yaum-E Iqbal Par - Habib Jalib

Yaum-E Iqbal Par 

Log uthte hain jab tere ghareebon ko jagane
Sab shehar ke zardar pahunch jaate hain thane
Kehte hain yeh daulat hamein bakhshi hai khuda ne
Farsudah bahane wahi afsaane purane

Ai shair-e mashriq! Yehi jhute yehi bad zaat
Peete hain laoo banda-e mazdoor ka din raat

English Translation

When we arise to wake the poor, the have nots
A beeline to the police station they make, these wealthy sots

They say that God this wealth to them allots
Oh these trite excuses, oh these dusty plots

Night and day the working men’s blood they suck, o poet of the East
These congenital liars, with the vileness of a beast

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The Government of Jack Boots

If the dacoit had not had

The village guard as his ally

Our feet would not be in chains

Our victory would not defeat imply

Mourn with turbans round your necks

Crawling on your bellies, comply

Once the jack boot government is up

It’s hard, to make it bid good-bye

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To Rakhshinda Zoya - Habib Jalib

Rakhshinda Zoya Se 

Keh nahin sakti par kehti hai
Mujh se meri nanhi bachchi
Abbu ghar chal
Abbu ghar chal
Us ki samajh mein kuchh nahin aata
Kyon zindan mein reh jaata hun
Kyon nahin saath mein uske chalta
Kaise nanhi samjhaoon

Ghar bhi to zindan ki tarah hai


English Translation

13 April 1981, during a jail visit

She cannot say it, but then

My little one manages to say

Father, come home

Father, come home

She cannot comprehend

Why, in prison, I continue to stay

And not return with her, hand in hand

How should I explain to her

That home, too, is like a prison 

Kot Lakhpat Jail

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Hindustan bhi mera hai aur Pakistan bhi mera hai - Habib Jalib Ghazal With English Translation

Hindustan bhi mera hai aur Pakistan bhi mera hai
Lekin in donon mulkon mein Amrika dera hai

Aid ki gandam kha kar ham ne kitney dhokey khai hain
Poochh na hamne Amrika ke kitne naaz uthai hain

Phir bhi ab tak wadi-e gul ko sangeenon ne ghera hai
Hindustan bhi mera hai aur Pakistan bhi mera hai

Khan Bahadur chhodna hoga ab to saath Angrezon ka
Ta bah gareban aa pahuncha hai phir se hath Angrezon ka

Macmilan tera na hua to Kenedy kab tera hai
Hindustan bhi mera hai aur Pakistan bhi mera hai

Yeh dharti hai asal mein, pyare, mazdooron dahqanon ki
Is dharti par chal na sakegi marzi chand gharanon ki

Zulm ki rat rahegi kab tak ab nazdik savera hai

Hindustan bhi mera hai aur Pakistan bhi mera hai

English Translation

Hindustan belongs to me and Pakistan belongs to me

Both of these, however, are under American hegemony

American aid gave us wheat, as also their deceit

Do not ask me how long we’ve suffered their conceit

And yet the bayonets are all around this flowering valley

Hindustan belongs to me and Pakistan belongs to me

Khan Bahadur, do not follow the English, from them better keep away

Once again they are holding you by the collar, you are still their prey

Macmillan was never thine, Kennedy can never be

Hindustan belongs to me and Pakistan belongs to me

This land in fact, my dear, belongs to peasants and workers

Here will not run the writ of a few clannish marauders

The dawn of freedom is heralding the end of tyranny

Hindustan belongs to me and Pakistan belongs to me.

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Maulana - Habib Jabil Poem

Maulana 
Bahut mein ne suni hai aap ki taqreer Maulana
Magar badli nahin ab tak meri taqdeer Maulana
Khudara Shukr ki talqeen apne pass hi rakhen
Yeh lagti hai mere seene pe ban kar teeer Maulana
Nahin mein bol sakta jhut is darja dhitai se
Yehi hai jurm mera aur yehi taqsir Maulana
Haqeeqat ka kya hai, yeh to aap jaanen ya Khuda jane
Suna hai Jimmi Carter hai aap ka peer Maulana
Zameenen hon waderon ki, mashinen hon luteron ki
Khuda ne likh ke di hai yeh tumhen terhrir Maulana
Karodon kyon nahin mil kar Falastin ke liye ladte
Dua hi se faqat kat-ti nahin zanjir Maulana

Translated in English

Maulana (Sufi Saint)
Too long I have heard you preach and prate, Maulana
But so far there has been no change in my fate, Maulana
Keep to yourself your preachings of gratefulness
My heart, like an arrow, they penetrate, Maulana
The truth, only you know or God knows
They say that Jimmy Carter is your pir* incarnate, Maulana
The land to the landlords, the machine to the despoilers
This, according to you, is God’s dictate, Maulana
Why don’t millions fight for Palestine
Prayers alone cannot from chains liberate, Maulana

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Khuda Hamara Hai - Habib Jabil Poem With English Translation

Khuda Hamara Hai 

Khuda tumhara nahi hai khuda hamara hai
Use zamin pe yeh zulm kab gawara hai

Lahoo piyoge kahan tak hamara dhanwano
Badhao apni dukan seem-o zar ke deewano
Nishan kahin na rahega tumhara shaitano
Hamein yaqeen hai ke insaan usko pyara hai
Khuda tumhara nahin hai khuda hamara hai
Use zameen pe yeh zulm kab gaawara hai

Nai shaoor ki hai roshni nigahon mein
Ek aag si bhi hai ab apni sard aahon mein
Khilenge phool nazar ke sahar ki bahon mein
Dukhe dilon ko isi aas ka sahara hai
Khuda tumhara nahin hai khuda hamara hai
Use zameen pe yeh zulm kab gawara hai

Tilism-e sayah-e khauf-o hiras todenge
Qadam bandhayenge zanjeere-e yaas todenge
Kabhi kisi ke na ham dil ki aas todenge
Rahega yaad jo ehd-e sitam guzara hai
Use zamin pe yeh zulm kab gawara hai



English Translation
Addressed to religious hucksters of any denomination and the system they defend – translator’s note

God is not yours, to Him we have access
He does not look kindly on those who oppress

How long, you men of pelf, will you bleed us white
Get off our backs, you who in filthy lucre take delight
You satans it is dust that you will soon bite
We believe that He treats mankind with loving tenderness
He does not look kindly on those who oppress

Light of new wisdom we are going to see
A fire flares up, seeing our agony
In this new magical dawn will burst forth the blossoming tree
He brings hopes to those who are mired in distress
God is not yours, to Him we have access
He does not look kindly on those who oppress

We’ll break the shadowy spell of fear and dread
Onwards we will march, chains of despair we will shred
We’ll not betray the hopes of the people, our dear kindred
And long we will remember this time of duress
He does not look kindly on those who oppress

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The Mother - Poem of Jalib with English translation

The children were shot dead

The mother, in fury, said

These pieces of my heart

Should cry and I stand apart

Looking on from afar

This I cannot do

I should look on from afar

As the tyrants, night and day

With the blood of my children Holi* play

Besmirched in red

As the children were shot dead

The mother, in fury, said

These pieces of my heart

Should cry and I stand apart

Looking on from afar

This, I cannot do 

* Spring festival played with coloured water

She walked came down to the ground

Like lightening flashing around

The tyrant’s hand trembled

Full of fear the gun frowned

Everywhere her echo did resound

I am hereby bound, I am coming for this round

I am hereby bound, I am coming for this round 

Then oppression became evil

Panic-stricken were those who kill

When she thundered

As our children were murdered 

She said, you vampires

Gold is the be all of your desires

This land belongs to us all

This land, you Dunces Esquires

Lackeys, still, to your British Sires

The sahib’s beneficence

Has not made you landlords: squires

Desist from this tyranny

Back to your barracks, flee

You, who rove ahead

With a gang of plunderers you have bred

As our children were shot dead 

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Shikwa Na Kar By Habib Jalib

Translated in Roman Urdu

Kiya Hai Ishq To Shiqwa Na Kar Zamanay Ka 

Bayaan Hua To Gaya Husn Iss Afsanay Ka

Saza Ke Taur Pay Humko Mila Qafs Jalib 

Bohat Tha Shok Humain Ashiaan Bananay Ka

HABIB JALIB

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Habib Jalib `s Poetry " Aye Chand Yahan Na Nikala Kar"

Aey Chand Yahan Na Nikala Kar, 

Be-Naam Se Sapnay Dikha Kar, 

Yahan Ulti Ganga Behti Hai, 

Is desh Mein Andhay hakim Hain, 

Na Dartay Hain Na Nadim Hain, 

Na Logon K woh Khadim Hain, 

Hai Yahan Par Karobar Buhat, 

Is Desh Mein Gurday Bikhtay hain, 

Kuch Log Hain Aali Shan Buhat, 

Aur Kuch Ka Maqsad Roti Hai, 

Woh Kehtay Hain Sab Aacha Hai, 

Megrib Ka Raj Hi Sacha Hai, 

Yeh Desh hai Andhay Logon Ka, 

Aey Chand Yahan na Nikala Kar......

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Bhees (20) Gharane Hain Abad - Habib Jalib Revolutionary Poet.

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Pakistan Ka Matlab Kya - Habib Jalib Poetry

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Is Dard Ki Duniya Se Guzar Kion Nahi Jate (Habib Jalib)

Is Dard Ki Duniya Se Guzar Kion Nahi Jate
Ye Log Bhi Kia Log Hain, Mar Kion Nahi Jate

Hai Kon Zamane Mein Mera Poochne Wala??
Nadaan Hain Jo Kehte Hain Ke Ghar Kion Nahi Jate..

Shouley Hain To Kion In Ko Bharakte Nahi Dekha??
Hain Khak To Rahon Mein, Bikhar Kion Nahi Jate…

Aansu Bhi Hain Aankhon Mein, Dua’in Bhi Hain Lab Par,
Bigrey Hue Halaat, Sanwar Kion Nahi Jate….

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Jab Koi Kali (Habib Jalib)

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Habib Jalib Poetry.

Habib Jalib (Urdu: حبیب جالب) was a Pakistani revolutionary poet, left-wing activist and politician who opposed martial law, authoritarianism and state oppression.

Early life

Habib Jalib was born as Habib Ahmad on 24 March 1928 in a village near Hoshiarpur,British India. He migrated to Pakistan after the partition of India and worked as a proofreader for Daily Imroze of Karachi. He was a progressive writer and soon started to grab the audience with his enthusiastic recitation of poetry. He wrote in plain language, adopted a simple style and addressed common people and issues. But the conviction behind his words, the music of his voice and his emotional energy coupled with the sensitivity of the socio-political context is what stirred the audience.

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Main Nahi Manta Urdu Poetry By Habib Jalib Lyrics

woh bhi kaif nie takhta e dar se

Mein bhi mansoor hun kh do aaghiyar se

kyn drate ho zindaan ki diwar se

zulm ki raat ko jahal ki baat ko

mein nie manta mein nie janta

tum ne loota hai sadiyoon humara sakoon

ab na hum pr chle ga humara fasoon

chara gar mein tumhein kis tarh se kahoon

mein nie manta mein nie janta

deep jis ka muhalaat main hi jale

chand logon ki khushion ko le kr chale

woh jo saye ke her muslahat main pale

aise dustoor ko subah e benoor ko

mein nie manta mein nie janta

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