One in a thousand years
“RISALO, the collection of the most important verses and songs of Shah
Abdul Latif, is not just the most important document of mystical poetry of Sindh
but of the entire sub-continent.” So avers a leading literary critic. And it was
to pay tribute to this great sufi that the Lahore chapter of the Pakistan
Academy of Letters arranged a meeting in its offices last week. It was presided
over by the research scholar, Anwar Chaudhry, while those who spoke on the
occasion were Nasreen Anjum Bhatti and Ghulam Qasim Kausar, both from Radio
Pakistan.
Shah Abdul Latif was born in AD 1689-90 in a small town of
Hyderabad district and died in 1752-53. He rests in a stately mausoleum built in
the days of the ruler, Ghulam Shah Kalhoro, who was a great admirer of the
poet.
There is some doubt whether Shah Abdul Latif received any formal
education. But research scholars, including the German, Dr Trump, are convinced
that he must have received a very thorough education as he spoke and wrote in
Arabic, Persian, Hindi and other languages. He knew the Quran in all details and
was at home with the philosophy of his time and in sufism as well as the
Vedanta.
There is a consensus that Latif is not only a poet of
distinction but also a great scholar. According to tradition, he always had
three books with him — the Quran, the Mansnavi of Jalaluddin Rumi and the
Risalo, the collected verses of his great-grandfather, Shah Abdul Karim. He
spent the last ten years of his life in his self-constructed hamlet, Bhit, from
where he spread his deepest thoughts to the world and where his most beautiful
verses were created.
Nasreen Anjum Bhatti spoke mostly about the musical
content in the poetry of Shah Abdul Latif and said that he had confined himself
to 30 ragas. But it is generally acknowledged that the music and the word in
Shah Latif’s poetry are so entwined with each other that it has no parallel in
any of the lyrical poetry, both classical and modern, during the last two
thousand years. This is the opinion of Dr HT Sorley, author of Shah of the Bhit.
He belonged to the Indian Civil Service and is a known Latif
scholar.
Somewhere around 1720, Shah Latif wrote many poems and set them
to music himself. These were sung by the musicians among his young
followers.
Ghulam Qasim Kausar said that the Shah’s poetry has all the
elements that go to make a major poet. He has the understanding of the
complexities of human problems and his views reflect wide sympathy for the
downtrodden. Kausar added that Shah Latif could well be considered the first
natural poet of Sindh. In fact, in it lives the soul of his land. It is for this
reason that his songs have assumed folk status. Even the Nobel laureate,
Rabindranath Tagore, wrote in a letter: “Every thousand years is born a man in
whom the soul of an entire people comes to expression. Such a man was Valmiki in
(ancient) India, Homer in Greece, Virgil in Rome, Dante in Italy, Goethe in
Germany and Tolstoy in Russia. And such a man was also Shah Abdul Latif in
Sindh.”
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MUSTANSAR Husain Tarar may be better
known as a travelogue writer but he has also written some prize winning novels,
and short stories, TV plays and newspaper columns. If I am not mistaken, he has
over 30 published works so far. But the latest book that he has produced, and
which he claims is a novel, is much shorter than the previous ones. In fact, I
consider it more of a documentary than a novel. Titled Qila Jangi, it is an
indictment of those who claim to be the champions of human rights, justice and
fair play. In the so-called war against terrorism, what the Americans and their
allies have done to the innocent people of Afghanistan has been brought out in
this book in rather gruesome detail. With cries of pain on every page and using
the live character of the American Abdul Hamid John Walker, the book begins with
the story of those who had laid down their arms following the cruel bombings in
Afghanistan and were brought to the fort (Qila Jangi) near Mazar Sharif on the
promise of freedom but were massacred in cold blood.
The story goes on to
describe the struggle for survival of those who managed to escape the
indiscriminate firing within the four walls of the fort and how they managed to
remain alive for some time in an underground cell. With wounds all over their
body, and without access to water or food, they hear the neighing of a horse
probably standing among the corpses strewn in the courtyard above. They somehow
manage to bring it down to their cell so that it could be slaughtered and eaten.
But then the question arises as to who would slaughter it. John Walker refuses
flatly. “I love ponies,” he says, “it reminds me of my own back home.” He
prefers to die of hunger.
All the 216 pages of the book have to be read
to be appreciated. Mustansar deserves credit for being able to portray so
graphically the mental attitude and psychology of a people devoted to a sacred
cause and their behaviour while awaiting sure death.
A friend who
borrowed the book to read it, suggested while returning it that it should be
translated into English so that the so-called civilized Western world knows what
atrocities were committed in Afghanistan.
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P.S: I have just received a call
from Dr Agha Suhail, informing me that the most regular visitor of the Pak Tea
House, the veteran poet Asrar Zaidi, has passed away. And it is no news either,
as I am told he passed away three days ago. Surprisingly, there was not a line
about him in the newspapers. — Ashfaque Naqvi