Pretty sure its Pakistan. In fact, its highly unlikely that he ever visited India. Ammar is a political leader from Islamabad associated with Awami Workers Party. He does this sort of concerts quite frequently now!
Zard Patton Kaa Ban Jo Meraa Des Hai Dard Ki Anjuman Jo Meraa Des Hai Kilarkon Kii Afsurdaa Jaanon Ke Naam Kirm_Khurdaa Dilon Aur Zubaanon Ke Naam Post-Mainon Ke Naam Tangewaalon Ke Naam Rel_Baanon Ke Naam Kaarakhaanon Ke Bhookay Jiyaalon Ke Naam Un Dukhii Maaon Ke Naam ×4 Raat Men Jin Ke Bachche Bilakhate Hain Aur Niind Kii Maar Khaaye Hue Baazuuon Se Sanbhalate Nahiin Dukh Bataate Nahiin Minnaton Zaariyon Se Bahalate Nahiin Un Hasinon Ke Naam ×4 Jin Ke Siinon Men Fardaa Ke Shabataab Gauhar Qaid_Khaanon Kii Shoriidaa Raaton Kii Sar-Sar Men Jal-Jal Ke Anjum-Numaan Ho Gaye Hain Aanewaale Dinon Ke Safiiron Ke Naam Zard Patton Kaa Ban Jo Meraa Des Hai Dard Kaa Anjuman Jo Meraa Des Hai
Love this poem. My Translation (for those who don't get Hindi/Urdu): Dedicated to these times, and the sorrow of these times. The pain of today, that is set against the plentiful garden of life. The forest of dead leaves, that is my land. The collection of pain that is my land. Dedicated to the gloomy lives of clerks Moth eaten hearts and words. Dedicated to the postmen Dedicated to the coachmen Dedicated to the railway workers Dedicated to the innocent beings in the factories. O Emperor of the World, Master and God’s representative on this Earth, this is dedicated to the farmer whose herds were run off by the wicked men and whose daughter was carried off by the dacoits. One finger of whose handful of land was cut by the bureaucrats and another finger by the government, in the name of taxation. Whose pride is destroyed under the feet of the men with power. Dedicated to the sad mothers whose children sob at night. Sleepless, who are not steadied by an embrace. Don’t share what ails them, and are not consoled by entreaties or tears. Dedicated to the beautiful girls, the beauty of whose eyes on every balcony, behind every curtain, blossomed in vain and withered away. Dedicated to those wives whose bodies have grown tired of trying to look beautiful on loveless beds …-dedicated to the widows. Dedicated to the lanes in the slums and colonies Whose scattered garbage and refuse the moon often contemplates and sanctifies In the night. From amongst whose shadows emanates The hennaed hair under the veils The clink of bangles The scent of loosened tresses. The stench of impassioned bodies burning in their own sweat. Dedicated to the students Those who arrived at the gates of the officials Petitioning open handed, with pen and paper. But never came back. Those innocents who, in their idealism, took the fire of dedicated learning in their young hearts and reached where Were being promiscuously distributed the shadows of endless nights. Dedicated to those prisoners in whose hearts the future shone like a pearl But was burnt in the troubled nights of the prison and diminished into a tiny flicker. Dedicated to the heralders of the days to come Those, who, like the scent of a rose, are Enraptured by their own message.
He is in Adiala jail along with our other comrades against false sedition charges, while protesting peacefully outside Islamabad Press Club. Please raise your voice against this .
Meaning: आज के नाम और आज के ग़म के नाम आज का ग़म जो है ज़िंदगी के भरे गुलसिताँ से ख़फ़ा ज़र्द पत्तों का बन ज़र्द पत्तों का बन जो मिरा देस है . For today's times, and for the sorrow of today's times. Today's sorrow , that is resentful to the abundant garden of life. A forest with decaying leaves, A forest with decaying leaves , that is my nation. . . ज़र्द पत्तों का बन जो मिरा देस है दर्द की अंजुमन जो मिरा देस है क्लरकों की अफ़्सुर्दा जानों के नाम किर्म-ख़ुर्दा दिलों और ज़बानों के नाम पोस्ट-मैनों के नाम ताँगे वालों का नाम रेल-बानों के नाम कार-ख़ानों के भूके जियालों के नाम . A forest with decaying leaves ,that is my nation. An assemblage of agony , that is my nation. For meloncholy lives of the clerks, For worn-out hearts and tongues, For postmen, For cart drivers, For train drivers, For innocent bravehearts of factories, . . बादशाह-ए-जहाँ वाली-ए-मा-सिवा , नाएब-उल-अल्लाह फ़िल-अर्ज़ दहक़ाँ के नाम जिस के ढोरों को ज़ालिम हँका ले गए जिस की बेटी को डाकू उठा ले गए जिस की पग ज़ोर वालों के पाँव-तले धज्जियाँ हो गई है और उन दुखी माओं के नाम . Emperor of the world , the master of the past , the God's deputy of earth, For the farmer, Bullies drove away whose cattle, Robbers took away whose daughter, Whose feet are crushed beneath feet of the powerful, And for those dejected mothers. . . उन दुखी माओं के नाम - (4) रात में जिन के बच्चे बिलकते हैं और नींद की मार खाए हुए बाज़ुओं में सँभलते नहीं दुख बताते नहीं मिन्नतों ज़ारियों से बहलते नहीं . For those dejected mothers, During night whose children bawl, Unable to be balanced by sleep deprived arms, Concealing sadness Unable to pacified by pleas or charges . . बेवाओं के नाम कटड़ियों और गलियों मोहल्लों के नाम जिन की नापाक ख़ाशाक से चाँद रातों को आ आ के करता है अक्सर वज़ू जिन के सायों में करती है आह-ओ-बुका आँचलों की हिना चूड़ियों की खनक काकुलों की महक . For widows, For streets , alleys and localities, From whose polluted dirt the moon at night, Often comes to purify itself. In whose shadows mourn, Scarf's henna, Bangle's jingle , Ringlet's scent.. . . पढ़ने वालों के नाम वो जो असहाब-ए-तब्ल-ओ-अलम के दरों पर किताब और क़लम का तक़ाज़ा लिए हाथ फैलाए वो मासूम जो भोले-पन में वहाँ अपने नन्हे चराग़ों में लौ की लगन ले के पहुँचे जहाँ बट रहे थे घटा-टोप बे-अंत रातों के साए . For students, Who with spread hands , books and pens,demand at doors of master of music and knowledge , With the diligence of their small lamplights , those innocents in their innocence went where, The dark endless shadows of night were being dispensed. . . उन असीरों के नाम जिन के सीनों में फ़र्दा के शब-ताब गौहर जेल-ख़ानों की शोरीदा रातों की सरसर में जल जल के अंजुम-नुमा होगए हैं आने वाले दिनों के सफ़ीरों के नाम . For those prisoners, In whose chest resided ,a gem like firefly of tommorrow, In the frenetic winds of the nights of the prison , has burnt down to a star like radiance. For the ambassdors of future days..
Kirm khordeh is a Persian statement. It makes me really sad. We are facing a bunch arrogant thugs. God help us and save us from the jahel mutlaq. I am 80 and seen all the mess they created and are still are. God save us ....
zard patton kaa ban jo meraa des hai dard kaa anjuman jo meraa des hai kilarkon kii afasurdaa jaanon ke naam kirm-Khurdaa dilon aur zabaanon ke naam postman-on ke naam Taangewaalon ke naam rel-baanon ke naam
Dedicated translated by Mustansir Dalvi to, this day and to its sorrows to the day’s sorrows, cross with life’s overflowing garden this thicket of yellowing leaves this thicket of dying leaves that is my land this assembly of anguish that is my land to the melancholic lives of clerks to their moth-eaten hearts and tongues to the postmen to the tangewallahs to the railway men to the valiant, famished factory hands in the name of the ruler of the world, the lord of all things, God’s vice-regent on earth to the peasant whose livestock was waylaid by his tormentors whose daughter was snatched away by dacoits who gave up one finger of his palm-sized farm to the keeper of books and another to the government as tax whose proud turban has been ripped to shreds beneath the feet of his oppressors to those miserable mothers whose children wail all night who will not be consoled by tears or entreaties and will not be comforted by those weary, sleep-deprived shoulders that keep their sorrows to themselves to those rosy-eyed belles who blossomed unseen upon sterile vines of windows and drapes and have shriveled to nothing to those wives whose bodies are bored stiff of gracing loveless bedsteads, night after night to those widows to the stinking litter and refuse lining the hovels, alleyways and streets with which the moon habitually makes her ablutions in whose shadows are heard lamentations from hennaed veils from the jangle of bangles from fragrant tresses from breasts, swelling with desire smoldering in the stench of their own sweat to those students who knocked on the doors of administrators petitioning for books and pens with hands spread wide but never returned home those innocents, who in their naiveté came with their little lamps hopeful for a kindling flame and reached instead the place of shadows, where the ink of occluded, undying night was being handed out to those prisoners in whose hearts the firefly hope of a bejeweled dawn burns like starlight- frenetic and tumultuous in long nights of incarceration to the harbingers of days yet to come who, like the fragrance of flowers have fallen in thrall of their own message
This lmpersonator shd be given life term for distorting the quality of rendition by Nayyara Noor. ہر بوالہوس نے حسن پرستی شعار کی اب آبروئے شیوئے اہل نظر گئی
![Dastoor [Habib Jalib] by Ammar Rashid](http://i.ytimg.com/vi/UB4BYPeLDdY/mqdefault.jpg)
![Dastoor [Habib Jalib] by Ammar Rashid](/img/tr.png)
I was fortunate enough to be there among audience. Those were the heady JNU days
Assalam o Alaikum Sir can you please share some memories from that day 🥺
Is this JNU? I think it is somewhere in Pakistan
Pretty sure its Pakistan. In fact, its highly unlikely that he ever visited India. Ammar is a political leader from Islamabad associated with Awami Workers Party. He does this sort of concerts quite frequently now!
@@Spectre645 He actually went to JNU back then. Interestingly, JNU-famed Umar Khalid is also present in the audience.
Zard Patton Kaa Ban Jo Meraa Des Hai
Dard Ki Anjuman Jo Meraa Des Hai
Kilarkon Kii Afsurdaa Jaanon Ke Naam
Kirm_Khurdaa Dilon Aur Zubaanon Ke Naam
Post-Mainon Ke Naam
Tangewaalon Ke Naam
Rel_Baanon Ke Naam
Kaarakhaanon Ke Bhookay Jiyaalon Ke Naam
Un Dukhii Maaon Ke Naam ×4
Raat Men Jin Ke Bachche Bilakhate Hain Aur
Niind Kii Maar Khaaye Hue Baazuuon Se Sanbhalate Nahiin
Dukh Bataate Nahiin
Minnaton Zaariyon Se Bahalate Nahiin
Un Hasinon Ke Naam ×4
Jin Ke Siinon Men Fardaa Ke Shabataab Gauhar
Qaid_Khaanon Kii Shoriidaa Raaton Kii Sar-Sar Men
Jal-Jal Ke Anjum-Numaan Ho Gaye Hain
Aanewaale Dinon Ke Safiiron Ke Naam
Zard Patton Kaa Ban Jo Meraa Des Hai
Dard Kaa Anjuman Jo Meraa Des Hai
Minor correction - Un Hasinon nahi, Un Asiiron (Prisoners) ke naam hai.
Thanks
@@GokulNathXYZ +1 from me on that bro... asir = prisoner aka qaidi in Urdu
This helped me a lot.
Love this poem.
My Translation (for those who don't get Hindi/Urdu):
Dedicated to these times, and the sorrow of these times.
The pain of today, that is set against the plentiful garden of life.
The forest of dead leaves, that is my land.
The collection of pain that is my land.
Dedicated to the gloomy lives of clerks
Moth eaten hearts and words.
Dedicated to the postmen
Dedicated to the coachmen
Dedicated to the railway workers
Dedicated to the innocent beings in the factories.
O Emperor of the World, Master and God’s representative on this Earth,
this is dedicated to the farmer
whose herds were run off by the wicked men
and whose daughter was carried off by the dacoits.
One finger of whose handful of land was cut by the bureaucrats
and another finger by the government, in the name of taxation.
Whose pride is destroyed under the feet of the men with power.
Dedicated to the sad mothers
whose children sob at night.
Sleepless, who are not steadied by an embrace.
Don’t share what ails them,
and are not consoled by entreaties or tears.
Dedicated to the beautiful girls,
the beauty of whose eyes
on every balcony, behind every curtain,
blossomed in vain and withered away.
Dedicated to those wives
whose bodies have grown tired of trying to look beautiful on loveless beds
…-dedicated to the widows.
Dedicated to the lanes in the slums and colonies
Whose scattered garbage and refuse the moon often contemplates and sanctifies
In the night.
From amongst whose shadows emanates
The hennaed hair under the veils
The clink of bangles
The scent of loosened tresses.
The stench of impassioned bodies burning in their own sweat.
Dedicated to the students
Those who arrived at the gates of the officials
Petitioning open handed, with pen and paper.
But never came back.
Those innocents who, in their idealism,
took the fire of dedicated learning in their young hearts
and reached where
Were being promiscuously distributed the shadows of endless nights.
Dedicated to those prisoners
in whose hearts the future shone like a pearl
But was burnt in the troubled nights of the prison
and diminished into a tiny flicker.
Dedicated to the heralders of the days to come
Those, who, like the scent of a rose, are
Enraptured by their own message.
youAbajajTube thank you sir
this is wonderful
thank you so much!!
It is written for our kashmir
Thanks!!🙏🙏🙏
He is in Adiala jail along with our other comrades against false sedition charges, while protesting peacefully outside Islamabad Press Club. Please raise your voice against this .
This is so sad😥😥
@@rupesh7982 They are released now :)
@@piryankahafeez9959that's is great.
@@piryankahafeez9959 laal Salam comrade.
@@rupesh7982 Laal Salam Comrade
Meaning:
आज के नाम और आज के ग़म के नाम
आज का ग़म जो है ज़िंदगी के भरे गुलसिताँ से ख़फ़ा
ज़र्द पत्तों का बन
ज़र्द पत्तों का बन जो मिरा देस है
.
For today's times, and for the sorrow of today's times.
Today's sorrow , that is resentful to the abundant garden of life.
A forest with decaying leaves,
A forest with decaying leaves , that is my nation.
.
.
ज़र्द पत्तों का बन जो मिरा देस है
दर्द की अंजुमन जो मिरा देस है
क्लरकों की अफ़्सुर्दा जानों के नाम
किर्म-ख़ुर्दा दिलों और ज़बानों के नाम
पोस्ट-मैनों के नाम
ताँगे वालों का नाम
रेल-बानों के नाम
कार-ख़ानों के भूके जियालों के नाम
.
A forest with decaying leaves ,that is my nation.
An assemblage of agony , that is my nation.
For meloncholy lives of the clerks,
For worn-out hearts and tongues,
For postmen,
For cart drivers,
For train drivers,
For innocent bravehearts of factories,
.
.
बादशाह-ए-जहाँ वाली-ए-मा-सिवा , नाएब-उल-अल्लाह फ़िल-अर्ज़
दहक़ाँ के नाम
जिस के ढोरों को ज़ालिम हँका ले गए
जिस की बेटी को डाकू उठा ले गए
जिस की पग ज़ोर वालों के पाँव-तले धज्जियाँ हो गई है
और उन दुखी माओं के नाम
.
Emperor of the world , the master of the past , the God's deputy of earth,
For the farmer,
Bullies drove away whose cattle,
Robbers took away whose daughter,
Whose feet are crushed beneath feet of the powerful,
And for those dejected mothers.
.
.
उन दुखी माओं के नाम - (4)
रात में जिन के बच्चे बिलकते हैं और
नींद की मार खाए हुए बाज़ुओं में सँभलते नहीं
दुख बताते नहीं
मिन्नतों ज़ारियों से बहलते नहीं
.
For those dejected mothers,
During night whose children bawl,
Unable to be balanced by sleep deprived arms,
Concealing sadness
Unable to pacified by pleas or charges
.
.
बेवाओं के नाम
कटड़ियों और गलियों मोहल्लों के नाम
जिन की नापाक ख़ाशाक से चाँद रातों
को आ आ के करता है अक्सर वज़ू
जिन के सायों में करती है आह-ओ-बुका
आँचलों की हिना
चूड़ियों की खनक
काकुलों की महक
.
For widows,
For streets , alleys and localities,
From whose polluted dirt the moon at night,
Often comes to purify itself.
In whose shadows mourn,
Scarf's henna,
Bangle's jingle ,
Ringlet's scent..
.
.
पढ़ने वालों के नाम
वो जो असहाब-ए-तब्ल-ओ-अलम के दरों पर किताब और क़लम का तक़ाज़ा लिए हाथ फैलाए
वो मासूम जो भोले-पन में वहाँ अपने नन्हे चराग़ों में लौ की लगन ले के पहुँचे जहाँ
बट रहे थे घटा-टोप बे-अंत रातों के साए
.
For students,
Who with spread hands , books and pens,demand at doors of master of music and knowledge ,
With the diligence of their small lamplights , those innocents in their innocence went where,
The dark endless shadows of night were being dispensed.
.
.
उन असीरों के नाम
जिन के सीनों में फ़र्दा के शब-ताब गौहर
जेल-ख़ानों की शोरीदा रातों की सरसर में जल जल के अंजुम-नुमा होगए हैं
आने वाले दिनों के सफ़ीरों के नाम
.
For those prisoners,
In whose chest resided ,a gem like firefly of tommorrow,
In the frenetic winds of the nights of the prison , has burnt down to a star like radiance.
For the ambassdors of future days..
your voice made it double powerful...this is the best thing i found on internet these days ....
Red Salute, from Jammu & Kashmir .
❤
Red Salute!
Lal salam and love from India
❤
With Love from Pakistan!!
May our lands see true sense of freedom for its common people.
Oh bro ... You did justice to kalam of Faiz Sahab... Beautifully sung... Ummm impressive
Kya kehne hain.. ek to kalaam upar se aawaaz.. speechless ❤️
.....faiz sahab ka
klam aur ammar bai ki awaz.........hats off
words and voice is enough to make the eyes wet.. Wow.
Edit: cry everytime i hear him, "Un dukhi maon k naam..."
Awesome voice, very well sung snd great poetry.. congrats 👍
Kya awaz payi h aapne masha allah 👍👍😍
I can cry each time I hear the part of " Dukhi maaon kay naam
"
Same
true
Good times at JNU
Vow.... Superb... Your voice touches heart...
Kirm khordeh is a Persian statement. It makes me really sad. We are facing a bunch arrogant thugs. God help us and save us from the jahel mutlaq. I am 80 and seen all the mess they created and are still are. God save us ....
Professor ❤️ So happy to see u sir ❤️
Haider is the most brilliant Hindi Political Movie ever. ❤️
its 2 33 very late night and i m in tears.,.,.,
This poem seems more relatable to current situation of Pakistan 😢
Wow.... Reality of our time
superb man... can't stop listening it..
Listen to Nayyara Noor version too
Zaigham Farooq sure. :)
I m just so addicted to this 😭♥️
Listening it every year 💔
wonderful ...
Wooh!! A music that comes straight from heart and goes straight to the heart.. You brought back faiz saheb.. Keep rocking bro
❤❤❤
God gifted voice bro, great voice.
May be he is here for few hundred days from now after implementing CAA and NRC he will be stateless..
@@abdulkalam8303 you should read CAA bill carefully bro, CAA is not against INDIAN Muslims
@@abdulkalam8303 this is old video bro
Excellent!!!
magical voice
Great show man
❤
Love u bro looved your voice
फैज़ साहब की कलम से लिखा गया हर लफ्ज़ स्त्री और मुल्क के है कामगार को समर्पित है, और हम में से किसी की हैसियत नहीं जो उनकी नज्मों पर तंज करें।
Bhaijan ❤️❤️❤️❤️
༼ つ ಥ_ಥ ༽つ need more music like this
Idky I checked your channel and found out that your liked video playlist and subscriptions are enough to say this- Shaadi kar lo mujhse!😂😂😛
@Afreen Khan thank you. on it.
same but im a guy
awesome
Anybody able to figure out the chord progression for guitar? Please let me know!!
Ya singer ka koi social account bata skta ham
wow its beatiful bro
zard patton kaa ban jo meraa des hai
dard kaa anjuman jo meraa des hai
kilarkon kii afasurdaa jaanon ke naam
kirm-Khurdaa dilon aur zabaanon ke naam
postman-on ke naam
Taangewaalon ke naam
rel-baanon ke naam
👌👌👌😍😍😍😍
'Unn dukhi maaon ke naam' .. can relate this with the plight of Kashmiri pandits.
Also relate this Muslims of Kashmir
What a chorus
MashaALLAH. wonderful voice with lots of emotions.....
superb voice
🥺✊✊✊
beautiful
Pls keep on singing n upload videos
To this day man, to this day.
Very beautiful
He in jail now. A musician is charged with sedition. Please use hashtag #ReleaseIslamabadProtesters
Really?
Nic brother
Mehsus hota he me sochna bhull chuka huu😌
ammar rashid is my uncle
Lucky you!!
Great..🌙
💓💓
Dedicated
translated by
Mustansir Dalvi
to, this day
and
to its sorrows
to the day’s sorrows, cross with life’s overflowing garden
this thicket of yellowing leaves
this thicket of dying leaves that is my land
this assembly of anguish that is my land
to the melancholic lives of clerks
to their moth-eaten hearts and tongues
to the postmen
to the tangewallahs
to the railway men
to the valiant, famished factory hands
in the name of the ruler of the world, the lord of all things, God’s vice-regent on earth
to the peasant
whose livestock was waylaid by his tormentors
whose daughter was snatched away by dacoits
who gave up one finger of his palm-sized farm to the keeper of books
and another to the government as tax
whose proud turban has been ripped to shreds
beneath the feet of his oppressors
to those miserable mothers
whose children wail all night
who will not be consoled by tears or entreaties
and will not be comforted by those weary, sleep-deprived shoulders
that keep their sorrows to themselves
to those rosy-eyed belles
who blossomed unseen
upon sterile vines of windows and drapes
and have shriveled to nothing
to those wives
whose bodies are bored stiff
of gracing loveless bedsteads, night after night
to those widows
to the stinking litter and refuse lining
the hovels, alleyways and streets
with which the moon habitually makes her ablutions
in whose shadows are heard lamentations
from hennaed veils
from the jangle of bangles
from fragrant tresses
from breasts, swelling with desire
smoldering in the stench of their own sweat
to those students
who knocked on the doors of administrators
petitioning for books and pens
with hands spread wide
but never returned home
those innocents, who in their naiveté
came with their little lamps
hopeful for a kindling flame
and reached instead the place of shadows, where
the ink of occluded, undying night was being handed out
to those prisoners
in whose hearts the firefly hope of a bejeweled dawn
burns like starlight- frenetic and tumultuous
in long nights of incarceration
to the harbingers of days yet to come
who, like the fragrance of flowers
have fallen in thrall of their own message
🙏👍👍👌👌
Nice
etheral
Request the Creator. I am sure. The. Creator is fed up
Painful to think of mothers when their children sleep in pain
It's a Five year old Video , I am so late 😫
waah waah waah ...... bohot khoob
that was from musty
Very nice...
superb
Not bad
This lmpersonator shd be given life term for distorting the quality of rendition by Nayyara Noor.
ہر بوالہوس نے حسن پرستی شعار کی
اب آبروئے شیوئے اہل نظر گئی