Kitni girhein kholi hain maine, kitni girhein ab baaki hai paanv mein payal, baahon mein kangan, gale mein hansli, kamar band, challe aur bichue naak kaan chidwaayein gaye hain, aur zevar zevar kehte kehte reet rivaaj ke rassiyon se main jakdi gayi ,uff kitni tarah main pakdi gayi
How many knots have I untied, how many still remain? Anklets for the feet, bangles for the arms, necklace around the neck, waistband, rings and toe rings, My nose and ear were pierced, and with each ornament, I found myself all the more restrained with ropes of customs and mannerisms, oh the ways in which I have been chained (literally caught)
ab chilne lage hain haath paanv, aur kitni kharaashein ubhri hain, kitni girhein kholi hain maine, kitni rassiyaan utari hain Ang ang mera roop rang, mere naksh nain, mere bol bain meri aawaaz mein koyal ki tareef hui, mere zulf saanp, meri zulf raat, zulfon mein ghata mere lab gulaab, meri aankhein sharaab ghazal aur nazmein kehte kehte husn aur ishq ke afasano mein main jakdi gayi uff kitni tarah main pakdi gayi
Now my hands and feet have begun to develop scratches, and so many bruises have surfaced Since I started untying the knots, and freed myself of so many ropes Every part of my body, my facial features, my talks and mannerisms, My voice was admired by comparing it to that of the cuckoo bird, to some my hair is like a serpent, to some its like the night, to others my hair is like the clouds, my lips like the rose, my eyes (as intoxicating) as alcohol, I And in this way I have been caged in different songs and poetry of beauty and love, oh the ways in which I have been chained.
main poochun zara, aankhon mein sharaab dikhe sabko, akaash nahi dekha koi saawan bhado to dikhe magar, kya dard nahi dekha koi phan ki jheeni si chaadar mein, buth cheele gaye uriyaani ke taaga taaga karke poshaaq utaari gayi mere jism pe phan ki mashq hui, aur art kala kehte kehte sange marmar mein jakdi gayi batlaaye koi batlaaye koi,
kitni girhein kholi hain maine, kitni girhein ab baaki hain ..........
would like to ask those who saw my eyes, they found them intoxicating like alcohol, but didn’t they see the sky in them (referring to her dreams) They see monsoon clouds in my eyes, didn’t they see the pain (the pain that comes from being tied down or restricted) In the name of this lightly woven cloth called art, bare (naked) statues were carved out thread by thread I was unclothed, On my body art was practiced (referring to the numerous works of art based on females be it poetry, statues paintings songs etc.), and in the name of art, I was imprisoned in marble Can someone please tell me, how many knots did I untie, how many still remain?
A beautifully written masterpiece by "Gulzar Sahab " He captures the essence of women , the femininity with questionary vision to the world.That how many restrictions and false amalgamations she has to overcome yet ?