Kuch WO gaye shatabi se kuch ham BHI der aye’ (Having come to Delhi this time, I don’t see those friends, ‘Dilli me ab ke aa kar un yaron ko na dekha, By this time majority of Meer’s companions had either been killed or had fled the city: He returned back after the invasion was over and Delhi was too vulnerable for further attacks, it was always on the edge of mass-exodus. Around 1749 Ahmad Shah Abdali, Afghan ruler, began his regular invasions of North India.ĭuring Abdali’s invasion Meer had to leave Delhi again he moved to Kumber, a Jaat province. Meer also came in contact with Nawab Muqim Ali Khan Safdar Jung the Prime Minister of Mughal Empire and Subedar of Awadh. During these years Meer remained under patronage of several noblemen like Riayat Khan, Nawab Bahadur Javed Khan and Imad-ul-mulk. PHIR iske baad chiragho me raushni na rahi’ (She came to the assembly is all that Meer saw,īut after that the lamps had no light left in them)Įscaping his family’s mistreatment Meer once again reached Delhi, this time he remained in Delhi for a longer duration of more than forty years, till 1782. Only flower knows not, the entire garden knows) JAANE na jane gul hi na jane, bagh to saara jane hai’ (Every plant and every leaf is aware of my condition, ‘Patta patta boota boota haal hamara jane hai, Grief of this era has also reflected on his poetry like he writes, addressing his beloved, and admiring her beauty, the following two couplets: At night, he would be scared to look at the moon as whenever he looked at the moon he would imagine the girl sitting inside the moon, assuming that either Meer was insane or possessed by any spirit so his family detained him in a room. When his family came to know about their affair they mistreated him so badly that already dejected Meer lost his mental balance. Initially she reciprocated his love but one day she asked Meer to never see her again as she didn’t see a future in that relationship. In Agra, Meer fell in love with a girl who was already married. He decided to go back to Agra but this also didn’t make his life any better. Samasam-ud-Daula was killed in Battle of Karnal with Persian Army and Meer was once again left without any financial support. This stability in poets life was not long lived as Delhi was attacked by Persian ruler Nader Shah, in 1739. JO shakl nazar ayi tasveer nazar ayi’ (The streets of Delhi were like painted pages, ‘Dilli ke na the kooche auraaq-e-mussavvar the, He has expressed his love for Delhi in his style in the following couplet: This began Meer’s poetic journey in Delhi – a place he remained passionately in love with till he breathed his last. Out of sympathy for Meer, he made provision for a daily stipend for him. Daula had known Meer’s father and had immense respect for him. In Delhi, he had to live a miserable life before he met a prominent nobleman in the Mughal Empire, Samasam ud-Daula Shah Nawaz Khan. Young Meer arrived in Delhi in 1733 and made the city his home. Subsequently, after his father’s death, Meer left Agra. They say there used to be a Mir in the past) KAHTE hain guzre zamane me koi meer bhi tha’ (You are not the only master of Rekhta Ghalib, Meer had suffered a lot from a penniless boy to a poet for whom Mirza Ghalib said: Barely eleven years old Meer was left without any bequest. On his deathbed, Mir’s father articulated his will that all he possessed was a collection of 300 books which both brothers could divide amongst themselves but Hassan objected to this division and claimed all the books, helpless father had no other choice than fulfilling his elder son’s demand.
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If Mir’s autobiography is to be believed, his early childhood was full of afflictions, he had a stepbrother called Muhammad Hassan who never accepted Mir as his brother. He is the only 18th-century poet to have written an autobiography called ‘ Zikr-e-Mir’. Believed to be born in (or around) February 1723 to Meer Ali Muttaqi, a religious scholar, in Agra (then Akbarabad), Meer is the foundation on which the edifice of Urdu Poetry stands.
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