Echoes of Faiz Ahmad Faiz: A Night of Melodious Poetry
Andāz-e-Bayān
Aur (AeBA) Events delighted Lucknow with an enchanting evening on 13 September, presenting a musical
portrait through the ghazals and nazms of Faiz Ahmad Faiz, in
collaboration with FAH Super Specialty Hospital, at Hotel Hometel, Alambagh.
The
evening commenced with a warm and engaging introduction by Shazia Kidwai and
Rehan Siddiqui of Andāz-e-Bayān Aur, an organisation celebrated for
curating prestigious cultural events in India and internationally.
What
unfolded was far more than a musical recital. It was an evocative odyssey into
the inner landscapes of Faiz Ahmad Faiz, tracing the delicate interplay of
passion, pain and revolution that shaped his poetry, and illuminating the quiet
genius with which he transformed it into something at once intimate
and universal.
The star
of the evening was Dr Prabha Srivastava, whose mellifluous voice captivated the
hall from the very first note. Her performance opened on a wave of tender
nostalgia with Aap kī yaad aatī rahī raat bhar, its familiar and
haunting strains casting an immediate spell over the audience.
From there, I became
the anchoring voice of the narrative, delivering what I hope was reasonably
measured narration alongside the soulful rendering of Faiz’s ghazals and nazms.
Adding further richness to the performance was an accomplished ensemble that
accompanied Dr Prabha with admirable finesse: Niteesh Bharti on tabla,
Zeeshan Abbas on sarangi, Rinku Raj on synthesizer, and Deepak on percussion.
Each contributed richly to the evening's exquisite musical tapestry.
Faiz's poetry stretched from mohabbat (love) to inqilab (revolution), and far beyond. He was one of the great suns of twentieth-century Urdu poetry, who began his journey in the romantic world of beauty and love, and then made the pain and sorrow of his times the very fabric of his poetry. The freedom of his homeland, the voice of the oppressed, the anguish of Partition and the hope of humanity gradually found their way into his verses.
Faiz is not always easy to understand, yet his style makes his poetry accessible to all. He was neither merely a poet of love nor merely a poet of revolution. In his poetry, there is the beloved as well as the homeland; solitude as well as society; flowers as well as chains.
Faiz's
poetry had
almost imperceptibly transitioned from romanticism to a
portrayal of society and its deep-seated ills. Faiz himself regarded this
movement from romantic poetry towards socially conscious and purposeful poetry
as an
important turning point in his literary journey. Reflecting this transition,
the performance moved to his signature masterpiece, Mujhse pahli sī
mohabbat, mere mehboob, na māng. What followed was a deeply moving sequence
of renderings featuring timeless classics such as Aaye kuch abr kuch sharāb
aaye, Gulon meñ rang bhare bād-e-naubahār chale, Āj bāzār meñ
pā-ba-jolāñ chalo, and Hum par tumhārī chāh kā ilzām hī to hai.
And then
came Ham Dekhenge. The evening reached its grand climax with this
evergreen and universal anthem of protest. Before the rendition, I attempted to
contextualise the poem and explain the fascinating synthesis of Marxist thought
and Sufi philosophy that informs it, a nuanced combination that is sometimes
viewed through an unnecessarily narrow sectarian lens, with its metaphors
interpreted literally rather than in their broader philosophical context. I made
the point that the poem is not directed against any particular faith, but
against political tyranny, authoritarian power and religious bigotry. In the
lines “Jab arz-e-Khudā ke Ka'be se sab but uthvāe jāeñge”, the but
(idol or false image) can be understood not as the gods or deities of a
particular religion, but as the false symbols of power, tyranny and oppression
that have assumed an almost divine authority. Similarly, “Bas nām rahegā
Allāh kā” need not be read as an assertion of religious supremacy, but as
an affirmation of that ultimate truth and justice which survives the fall of
oppressive regimes. And then there is the extraordinary line, “Uthegā
Anā'l-Haq kā nāra, jo maiñ bhī hūñ aur tum bhī ho.” Anā'l-Haq, the
famous mystical utterance associated with Mansur al-Hallaj, becomes in Faiz's
hands an assertion of the dignity and power of the ordinary human being, the khalq-e-Khudā.
The distance between the individual and the divine, between maiñ and tum,
seems to dissolve.
There
was, of course, a dramatic history behind the poem's later life. A little over
a year after Faiz's death, in February 1986, the legendary Pakistani singer
Iqbal Bano performed Ham Dekhenge in Lahore during the Zia-ul-Haq era.
Dressed in a black sāri, in defiance of restrictions on the garment, she
sang before a vast audience, the gathering reportedly swelling to more than
50,000 people and erupting into cries of Inqilāb Zindābād. The song
subsequently acquired a life far beyond the stage, becoming an enduring voice
of resistance across the subcontinent. This, in itself, is
telling: a poem written and sung in protest against a bigoted Islamist regime
is today, rather ironically, being interpreted by some as an assertion of
Islam.
When the
final piece was delivered, the effect in the hall was palpable. The audience
rose to its feet, giving the performers spontaneous applause and a sustained
standing ovation. For those few minutes, it seemed that Faiz's words had travelled
across decades and borders to arrive exactly where they belonged: among people
listening, feeling and responding together.
Under Gopal Sinha’s
assured direction, the production unfolded with grace and coherence. Dr Prabha
Srivastava, through her nuanced and responsive vocal expression, reaffirmed her
stature as one of Lucknow's foremost exponents of the ghazal. I would like to
believe that I was able to adhere to the chaste diction demanded by Faiz and
lend depth and dignity to the narrative. I did receive feedback,
however, that the narration was a little longer than ideal, a flaw I hope to
correct when we perform it next. The script, crafted by
Anupama Mani, bore the imprint of careful research and a deep engagement with
the life and times of Faiz Ahmad Faiz.
A musical
evening ends when the last note fades. A good performance, however, leaves
something behind. Jashn-e-Faiz left behind a mood, a memory and,
perhaps, a little of Faiz himself. There was mohabbat in the softness of
the music, dard (pain) in the silences between the words, tanhā'ī
(solitude) in the poetry, and inqilāb waiting patiently for its moment.
And when Ham Dekhenge finally rose from the stage, it was no longer
merely a poem being sung to an audience. For a brief, unforgettable moment, the
audience itself seemed to become part of the poem. The applause, the standing
ovation and the faces illuminated by emotion were perhaps the most fitting
tribute to a poet who believed that words, when invested with truth and
humanity, can outlive prisons, regimes, borders and even the poet himself. That
night in Lucknow, Faiz did not merely visit us. He stayed.
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Great evening! Another grand success… mesmerizing performances, and a memorable celebration.
ReplyDeleteVery well depicted 👍
Kudos to entire organising team and performers
Kind words as always, bhai 🙏
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DeleteAs much as the poetry of Faiz and the rendition by Prabha hi, your narration and narrative would have been enlightening and thought provoking.
ReplyDeleteWell done the entire team.
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DeleteEnjoyed throughout the event
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DeleteGood Night Sir
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Delete# Jashn-e-Faiz: When Words Become Lived Truth
ReplyDeleteWhat an exquisite accounting of an evening that *felt* exactly as you've described it—mohabbat, dard, inqilāb all woven together in silence and song. To sit there with Sabiha, watching Dr Prabha's voice carry us from the tender ache of *Aap kī yaad aatī rahī* into the roar of *Ham Dekhenge*, was to witness poetry doing what only poetry can: refusing to stay safely in the past.
Your narration around the final piece—that contextualization of *but* and *Anā'l-Haq*—felt essential. In a moment when words are so easily weaponized or flattened into their narrowest reading, you reminded us that Faiz's genius was precisely in his refusal of such captivity. The poem is not a tract. It is a *dua*, an invocation of something larger than ideology: the enduring dignity of the khalq-e-Khudā, those ordinary hearts that refuse to bow.
That standing ovation was no small thing. It was the audience recognizing itself in Faiz—recognizing that the distance between the beloved and the homeland, between solitude and society, between what *is* and what *should be*, need not be a fracture. It can be a truth held whole.
*Faiz ne jo likha tha, woh uss raat jinda raha.* What he wrote lived that night in Lucknow.
The narration length is a small quibble from those still learning to hold silence. Trust it next time.
Great write up, partner, thanks a lot 🙏 Sudhanshu
DeleteAs usual, the ilk of your narration is amazing!
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Deleteहैं और भी दुनिया में सुख़नवर बहुत अच्छे,कहते हैं कि ग़ालिब का है अंदाज़-ए-बयां और।
ReplyDeleteThough I couldn't attend the event but I have been able to visualise it. Could imagine your baritone voice and Prabha Srivastava 's mellifluous voice with the tabla in the background. Hope I'm able to attend the next performance.
Sure, thanks 🙏
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DeleteChacha Ghalib, Sahir Ludhiyanvi, Kaifi Azmi... Faiz Ahmed Faiz..... I wish the list of Shayars goes on and on. The golden period of Urdu Adab and great philosophy is thus unfolded in a mesmerizing way with a show of our cultural heritage. All the best..
ReplyDeleteTganks boss 🙏🙏
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