Verse 3x1816urdagaa;Nkaa


G12

1
bloomingness is the ambush-place of {nearness/access/causation}-searching
2
I am the image/vision/idea of the causelessly afflicted ones

'To blossom, bloom; blooming, &c.'.
'Lurking place, ambush, ambuscade'.
'Giving access (to), causing to approach, bringing near; approaching; approximation, proximity; approach, access; commending, recommending, mentioning (anyone) to another before meeting; recommendation, mention; occasion, conjuncture; festive occasion, festival; ceremony, rite; cause, means; appearance, probability; pretence, motive'.
'Imaging or picturing (a thing) to the mind; imagination, fancy; reflection, contemplation, meditation; forming an idea; idea, conception, perception, apprehension'.
'Who or what renders necessary or obligatory; cause, motive, reason, account'.
'Afflicted ... sad, dispirited, sorrowful; vexed... displeased, dissatisfied; weary'.

References
Arshi, Imtiyaz Ali Ghazal# 17
Raza, Kalidas Gupta 157
Nuskhah-e-Hamidiyah 61-62
Asi, Abdul Bari 64-65
Gyan Chand 97-98
Hamid Ali Khan Open Image

For background see S. R. Faruqi's choices . This verse is NOT one of his choices. I found it interesting and have added it myself. For more on Ghalib's unpublished verses, see the discussion in 4,8x . On this ghazal as a kind of unlabeled verse-sequence , see 37,1 . On the macaronic structure of this ghazal, with its Persian first lines and Urdu second lines, see 37,2 . 'Bloomingness' is an ambush-place, a place where something lies in wait, preparing to pounce on its prey. And that something is the highly abstract notion of 'the search for '. In view of the wide range of (see the definition above), here are some possible readings. 'Bloomingness' is the ambush-place where one might suddenly be pounced upon and forced to participate in a search for: ='nearness' (to 'bloomingness' and the glories of the natural world) ='access' (to the Divine or other source of such bloomingness) =the 'occasion' (that is specifically marked by such bloomingness) =the 'cause' or 'means' (that would generate such bloomingness) =the 'pretense' or 'motive' (for such a tricky ambush by bloomingness) Once the first line has spun out such a cloud of possibilities, we turn to the second line-- and of course have to start afresh, and then to decide for ourselves how to connect the two lines. The speaker himself is the 'image, idea, fancy', etc., of those who are 'causelessly' or 'unnecessarily' afflicted. Here, thanks to the clever ambiguity of , two possibilities appear. Perhaps the speaker is the mental image formed by others, of what such 'causelessly afflicted' people would be like, so that one thinks of people like that, one thinks of him (either personally, or as some ideal type); or else when one makes a composite mental image, it turns out exactly to resemble him. Or alternatively-- as the second possibility-- perhaps when 'causelessly afflicted' people themselves form an ideal (?) mental image of their condition, they think of him. And who are these 'causelessly' afflicted people, anyway? It's quite possible that they're the natural melancholics or hyper-sensitive types envisioned by the commentators-- people who generate their own inner clouds of gloom. But it's also quite possible that they're 'afflicted' by external circumstances as we all are, and that these troubles that have come down on their heads appear to be without reason or cause-- thus the eternal cry, 'Why me?'. In either case, it's entirely plausible that such people would seek to explore the causes of their suffering-- and that the bloomingness of spring would be an especially powerful trigger for such thoughts. The archetypal speaker asks himself endless questions: 'Why does the universe that produces the radiant bloomingness of springtime and natural beauty, produce barrenness and bleakness in my life? Is the process entirely random and meaningless, or is there some hidden cause (or divine Causer) behind it all? Was it inevitable from the beginning of the universe, that such seemingly causeless suffering should be my fate? Is the bloomingness a trick, cleverly designed to heighten my torment? Or is bloomingness the reality, while my own inner bleakness is in fact wrong or unnecessary?' He may go on asking such questions forever, but we all know he'll never get an answer. graphics/garden.jpg