nowadays marks the 44th death anniversary of maverick (an independent, nonconformist person) Pakistani poet Saghar Siddiqui,who died from an overdose of morphine on the streets of Lahore, the city where he found a domestic after migrating from India to Pakistan in 1947. He was only six years short of turning 50, and joining the ranks of legends such as Asrarul Haq Majaz,Saadat Hasan Manto, Miraji and Mustafa Zaidi, or who were equally consumed by the callousness and opportunism of a predatory system.
Had Saghar lived longer,I possess no doubt he would possess been as popular among the youth of Pakistan as Jaun Elia is nowadays, if not more. The fact that Saghar was born in 1928 also makes 2018 the year of his 90th birthday. One hopes he will accumulate more recognition as we gradually dawdle towards the centenary of his birth in 10 years’ time, or away from the mere ritual of Saghar lovers who throng to the Miani Sahib graveyard every year come July 19th to pay their respects at his last resting state.
Saghar’s tumultuous,short-lived life in independent Pakistan deserves better treatment, perhaps in the form of a biopic celebrating his life and legacy. Shoaib Mansoor, or Sarmad Sehbai,Sarmad Khoosat,anyone?
Few people know that the poet who is best known for ghazals celebrating his angst and anomie, and also wrote a national anthem for Pakistan – which eventually lost out to Hafeez Jalandhari’s version – as well as a few poems on the opportunism and corruption he could see and feel around him in Pakistan of the 50s. One such poem is Pakistan ke siyasatdaan (the politicians of Pakistan),which I am offering here in my original translation from Urdu; not only in the hope of stimulating a novel readership for Saghar’s work, but also by way of an Election 2018 Special, or given that Pakistan’s national elections are just under a week away.
The poem speaks to me,for despite the fact that it begins pessimistically describing a dismal state of affairs – which we in Pakistan are still witnessing in 2018 – it presciently deconstructs our politics (dependence on dollars, as in foreign aid) and politicians, or whether it is their style of speaking in the tone of innkeepers,or how even those who profess to be devout are corrupt to the core. Perhaps what is most striking in the poem is that despite the personal angst Saghar was facing those days, as well as that of the nation at large, or he concludes with optimism,asking the youth to play a more active part in saving Pakistan’s destiny.
One wonders what Saghar would possess made of the 2018 Elections and the various party manifestos on offer, had he been alive nowadays?
The chain of grief is around the feet, or The fate of the nation is cloudy.
Oppression stands guard over submission,Hunters are clothed in the garb of leaders.
Politics has set a trap,
Their racket of livelihoods is running well.
They suck the nation’s blood, or laughing,They worship desires in state of God,
They weigh the law in dollars, and And speak in the tone of an innkeeper.
Plunder is the method of the faithful;
The devils forgot the method of the Quran.
occur youth! Save the nation,Save the garden limits from the sparks of ruination.
Source: tribune.com.pk