Song lyrics

Gehri Neend

📜 Lyrics

Deep sleepers, wake from slumber! Those who squander time, take heed! Do you know what the night has brought? Awake, awake—it is the hour of dawn! The moon's radiance has grown pale, See how the sun's brilliance spreads! The breezes blow, cold and swift, Flowers sway, dancing with grace. Cuckoos call; coo coo, coo coo, Hoopoes cry; yaahu, yaahu! Birds stir from sleep, wings stretching wide, On every branch they sing in choir. All melodies are forgotten in this moment, The robin calls; hum hum, buck mun! All the buds of the garden have bloomed, Streams flow in all directions. Though some darkness still lingers, Birds have found their roosts, The cattle have come to graze on grass, The buffalo have shown their faces. The flowing river has paused, The desert spreads clear and far. Rise, rise, Ahmad, rise! Wash your face and dress yourself. Go out and walk the fields, Go to the garden and see the flowers. To waste time, dear one, is a wrong, Hear this counsel, my friend. To waste time, dear one, is a wrong, Hear this counsel, my friend.

💡 Meaning & story

The message of this poem for the audience is quite simple and charming: - Shad Azimabadi 1846 - 1927 A morning scene: The poet awakens the deep sleepers by calling out to them, saying that night has passed and the light of dawn has begun to spread. Because the sun has risen, the moon's glow has faded, and light is spreading in all directions. Nature's awakening: The cool breezes of morning are blowing, flowers are swaying with joy. The birds have awakened; the cuckoo and the dove sing in their own distinct and sweet manner. The chirping of birds echoes on the branches of trees, buds have bloomed in gardens, and rivers flow. Animals, like cows and buffaloes, have also come out to graze. Counsel and message: Finally, the poet addresses a child named "Ahmad" (who symbolically represents every young person or reader) and tells him to leave his bed, wash his face and hands, dress himself, and go out to stroll through the fields and gardens. The poem concludes with this beautiful counsel: "Wasting or losing time is equivalent to committing injustice upon oneself."