Meer Taqi Meer
Biography of Meer Taqi Meer
Syed Amanullah Meer Taqi was the only son of a Sufi saint, Meer Muttaqi. When Meer was a little child, his father looking at his face used to say which is this fire burning within your heart that is reflecting on your face. Sufis are lovers of God and so he thought that it was the fire of love for Allah. Living in a atmosphere of sufism at a very young age had profound effect on Meer. He did not have much desires for worldly things.
While on his death bed, his father instructed Meer to "Adopt the path of love. A life without love is an ordeal and losing one's heart in love is the real art. Though this path is riddled with difficulties, love is what drives the world." This is a philosophy reflected by Meer in most of his works.
After his father's death, at the age of 11 years, he was abandoned by the people in whose care he had been left. His elder step-brother also treated him badly. Meer left Agra for Delhi in search of livelihood . Samsamudaula gave him a scholarship of one rupee per day, but this did not continue for long because in 1739, Nadir Shah attacked Delhi in which Samsamudaula was killed. At that time Meer was in Agra. After staying in Agra for few days, Meer again went to Delhi. In Delhi, he stayed in the home of Khan Arzoo, who was the maternal uncle of Meer's step-brother Hafiz Muhammad Hasan. Muhammad Hassan wrote a letter to his uncle criticizing Meer. Soon Meer was homeless and jobless and roaming in the streets aimlessly.
After Nadir Shah's carnage there was no charm left in Delhi for the poets, many of them moved to Lucknow. Meer came to Lucknow in 1783; Nawab Asafaddaula fixed him Rs. 200 a month stipend.
His early experiences in life and shortness of money though had made a permanent change in his nature and even in the peaceful atmosphere of Lucknow he lived a terrible life. Simple things used to make him upset, many times he walked out of the Nawab's court. In 1810 he died in Lucknow.
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Meer Taqi Meer Poems
Be-Khudee Le Ga'Ee Kahaan Ham Ko
be-KHudee le ga'ee kahaaN ham ko der se intaZaar hai apnaa rote phirte hain saaree-saaree raat
Hastee Apnee Hubaab Kee See Hai
hastee apnee Hubaab kee see hai ye numa'ish suraab kee see hai naazukee uss ke lab kee kya kahiye
Ankhon Mein Ji Mera Hai Idhar Yar Dekhna
ankhon mein ji mera hai idhar yar dekhna ashiq ka apane akhri didar dekhna
The Stone Fleet -new-
I have a feeling for those ships, Each worn and ancient one, With great bluff bows, and broad in the beam: Ay, it was unkindly done.
Malvern Hill -new-
Ye elms that wave on Malvern Hill In prime of morn and May, Recall ye how McClellan's men
The Mound by the Lake
The grass shall never forget this grave. When homeward footing it in the sun After the weary ride by rail,
In The Prison Pen
Listless he eyes the palisades And sentries in the glare; 'Tis barren as a pelican-beach
The Released Rebel Prisoner
Armies he's seen- the herds of war, But never such swarms of men As now in the Nineveh of the North-
The Stone Fleet
I have a feeling for those ships,
Each worn and ancient one,
With great bluff bows, and broad in the beam:
Ay, it was unkindly done.
But so they serve the Obsolete-
Even so, Stone Fleet!
You'll say I'm doting; do but think
I scudded round the Horn in one-