Who is a glassblower?
Dr. Jamal Rah passed away and left a rich treasure in the form of his books for students like us. The Imaginary Literary Forum held a condolence reference on the wealth of renowned poets in recognition of services in Riyadh, Saudi Arabia, which was attended by well-known poets and writers there is no such thing as a person whose thoughts and art can be easily covered in the service. Someone should make a request, now the power to test the knowledge and art is not in the pen, then what is the demand, It is not enough just to be a student of literature to understand, it is also necessary to know philosophy, history, religions, Greek literature, all types of literature, international relations and world social culture and sciences. They were gathered in one entity and his name was Jamal.
On this occasion, Sadat Farad, a veteran poet of Riyadh, played the role of duty sufferer to save many ignorant people from the embarrassment of his lack of understanding. Some services can be covered, This poem is not just a poem, this poem is not only an acknowledgment of the love, but it is in the shortest form an overview from Aristotle of the culture of Pakistan. Given that poetry is the culmination of communication and this is the art by which the rivers are closed in a jar. Before doing so, it is important to read the poem so that it is easy to understand.
Sadat Farad said:
Wax eloquent,
He was a traveler on the path of history and literature.
Like that cloaked Sufi
Dusty of the past, wandering in the streets...
Old, smoky tent, whose abode
Where was the adorned Baum Sunken...?
Aristotle, from Elliott to Mir, was my cousin
Which he used to tell the legends of the future of the city
He was breaking glass, fixing broken mirrors
Sunken As the broken old word
Which was shattered...?
I used to pick them with my eyelids
In the formation of the new mirror, there was self-annihilation
He was a merchant of eloquent coins
The gems of meaning, how it was filled
That was the banking of lover Sunken
He is no longer with us
But he is still alive
On the highways of literature ... Cover up
The street is still moving in the coaches...
Dear friends, now look at how cleverly Sadat Farad tried to cover the personality of Jamil in his short poem, saying:
Wax eloquent,
We could not decide whether Jamil was a writer, a critic, a historian, a philosopher, an elite acquaintance, acquainted with Aristotle, or an expert in French literature. He was a scholar of all these sciences. The history of literature was within the reach of Jamil.
The matter did not end here, Sadat said:
"He was a traveler on the path of literary history."
In this one Egyptian poem, the poet is introducing students like us to the history of Urdu literature, how Jamil sifted through the pages of history, with what intoxication Urdu literature which is more or less a thousand years old. He reviewed the history of Urdu literature, it is not a Mizrahi, it is not a collection of ten words, and it is a journey of ten centuries.
Then the poet said:
Like that cloaked Sufi,
I used to wander in the dusty streets of the past ...
Look at the depth of these words, how beautifully the metaphor of the cloaked Sufi has been used, like a Sufi wearing a robe, striving to achieve his goal, unaware of the world and mafia, killing his mind and giving up worldly pleasures towards his destination. In the same way, Jamil achieved the goal of transmitting Urdu literature to future generations and gave up his life for the sole purpose of reaching the next generation of Urdu literature with its most accurate status and credentials. ۔
Then the poet says:
"Aristotle, from Elliott to Mir, was my cousin,
To whom the city would tell the myths of the future. "
In the first stanza, the poet praises Jamil’s endeavor, in which Jamil takes a critical look at literature based on Aristotle's philosophy. Define the boundaries of position, literature, classical music, the art of drama and drama writing, the relationship between religion and literature, tradition and individuality, journalism, criticism, experience, and critique, and provide literary identity and guiding principles to future generations. This is the attempt of Jamil, which the poet acknowledged that today, just studying Jamil is enough to know all these arts, even if the libraries of libraries are searched.
The second stanza summarizes Jamil’s essay, "Literature or post-literature, explaining how Jamil’s journey from Aristotle to modern literature and critical jurisprudence has begun.
The poet then said:
He was breaking glass, fixing broken mirrors
Sunken As a broken old word
Which was scattered...?
I used to pick them with my eyelids,
There was self-destruction in the shape of the new mirror. "
These words of the poet are a tribute to Jamil’s effort, in which Jamil compiled "Ancient Urdu Dictionary".
Jamil picked up the broken, obsolete words of Urdu literature from his eyelids, and shattered the glass by combining the scattered fragments of words in such a way that today we have an authentic and useful dictionary available to understand ancient Urdu. If Jamil had not pointed his finger at this work, our lack of knowledge today might have turned into ignorance.
Dear Man, the poet said:
He was a coin dealer,
How the gems of meaning were filled in it
These two Egyptians have described Jamil’s entire life and Jamil’s love for his future generations. Gazelle, Jamil collected word coins, opened new accounts of literature, accumulated a wealth of criticism, history, experience, philosophy, and literary life so that future generations could not say that our spiritual father left no literary legacy for us. ۔
The poet said:
That was the banking of lover Sunken.
These words cover the outward life of Jamil. As long as Jamil was present in us, it was the moon in the sky of literature. The yarn was spun to form a cloak of letters, the attraction of which was the axis of Jars in the sea of literary ideas, on the existence of which writers sought their forms, the existence of which revealed the gods and goddesses of literature.
He is no longer with us,
But he is still alive.
These words are a manifestation of the afterlife of Jamil, Jamil who was a moon in his outward life, is now with us today in the form of a star, whenever the darkness of night overshadows the world of literature Jamil is shining like a star in the sky with its atmosphere to find the destination and guide it. In the presence of this star, the traveler can't forget the path.
On the highways of literature... Cover up
The street is still moving in the coaches...
The poet is telling the world not to think of Jamil separately from him, he still exists today, in every street, in every house, in every town, in every street, where Urdu literature exists. Yes, Jamil’s life is eternal.
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