suḳhan meñ ḳhāmah-e ġhālib kī ātish-afshānī
yaqīñ hai ham ko bhī lekin ab us meñ dam kyā hai
1) in poetry, the fire-scatteringness of Ghalib's
pen--
2) even/also we are convinced of it! --but now, what breath/life is in it/him?
He says, 'In the art of poetry, we are certainly convinced of the magic-inscribingness of the pen of Ghalib. But now in him, because he has become old, no breath/life has remained.' (305)
In this verse, through 'too' the poet has created the meaning that the way the world accepts it, I too accept it. Let people of insight examine it: how beautifully Mirza has contrived his own praise! (448)
SETS == POETRY
An extra pleasure is the ambiguity of the us meñ in the second line: is there no breath left in the pen, or in the poet himself?
This verse was composed in 1858; the poet died in 1869.
Nazm:
In poetry/speech [suḳhan]-- that is, in the art of poetry. (249)
== Nazm page 249