Verse 6x1821aazahthaa


G1

1
I am a lamp-display of desire/lust, like burnt/'fire-stricken' paper
2
the wound was eager/'hot' in the effort of invention/creation of a fresh wound

'Desire, lust, concupiscence, inordinate appetite; --ambition; --curiosity'. (Platts p1241)
'Creation, production; invention, contrivance'.

References
Arshi, Imtiyaz Ali Ghazal# 12
Raza, Kalidas Gupta 324-325
Nuskhah-e-Hamidiyah 53-54
Gyan Chand 90-91
Hamid Ali Khan Open Image

For background see S. R. Faruqi's choices . This verse is NOT one of his choices; mostly for completeness, I have added it myself. For more on Ghalib's unpublished verses, see the discussion in 4,8x . We're apparently meant to think of the way a piece of paper can be struck by flying embers, so that roundish burning holes open up wherever the embers land; the holes themselves have red, smoldering edges, and constantly widen themselves until the whole paper either crumples into ash or bursts into flame. In the same way, each glowing, red-bordered, expanding wound of desire seems to be 'hot' or enthusiastic with a fervent eagerness to spread its influence around: it restlessly seeks to create or 'invent' new, 'fresh' wounds of desire. The speaker is like this kind of 'burnt paper' full of smoldering holes-- thus he's also like a 'lamp-display', offering many individual points of fiery efflorescence. For more on , see 5,5 . But of course the grammar gives us three entities-- the 'lamp-display', the 'burnt paper', and the 'wound'-- and forces us, as so often, to figure out for ourselves how exactly to connect them. What is a metaphor for what? Are we to envision three separate situations, or two, or merely one (with metaphorical elaboration)? The choice is ours to make. To say that 'the wound was eager/hot in the attempt to invent a fresh wound' also feels like an insight into the nature of lust. The constant pursuit of novelty, the effort to invent and 'discover' ever-newer, ever more irresistible objects of desire, is surely what lies at the heart of lust. What 'heats up' the wound of lust is not really the thought of the beloved, but the desire to invent more such wounds. Such a desire-fire might be as suddenly destructive as the burning of a piece of paper-- but also as brilliantly beautiful as a light-show. graphics/burningpaper.jpg