Ghazal 35, Verse 2

{35,2}*

dam liyaa thaa nah qiyaamat ne hanuuz
phir tiraa vaqt-e safar yaad aayaa

1) Doomsday had not yet/still taken a breath
2) again/then the time of your journey came to mind/recollection

Notes:

Hali:

The terrible mood of the time of taking leave of the friend had passed, and the memory of her departure that keeps returning to awareness from time to time, he has envisioned as Doomsday taking a breath. Few such eloquent [baali;G] verses have been seen in the Urdu language. The state that in reality occurs on such occasions, he has depicted in two lines; this theme couldn't be depicted better in any poetic style.
==Urdu text: p. 129 in Hali, Yadgar-e Ghalib

Nazm:

To take a breath-- that is, to pause and be at rest. And Doomsday is a metaphor for restlessness and agitation. That is, restless in the heart had not been able to be at peace, when again your leave-taking and departure came to mind. (34)

== Nazm page 34

Bekhud Mohani:

The turmoil and commotion of Doomsday had not even abated, when the time of your departure came to my mind, and my restlessness gave rise to a new Doomsday. (82)

Faruqi:

[Compare his discussion of Mir's M{45,1}.]

FWP:

SETS == HANUZ; PHIR
QIYAMAT: {10,11}

Another lovely example of how poetically effective it is to refuse to specify the relationship between the two lines. Is 'Doomsday' to be equated with 'the time of your journey', so that you've barely left when I start helplessly remembering the Doomsday of your departure? Or are these two independent events, so that Doomsday itself barely distracts me for even a moment from the obsessive memory of your departure? Hali chooses the first reading, and Bekhud Mohani chooses the second.

Both readings are of course entirely plausible, but the second reading has an extra delight, in its tone of impatience: the actual Doomsday is just an interruption in my compulsive reliving of the time of your departure-- and best of all, not even a major interruption, just a small bother. It occupies about one moment of my attention, it barely has time to take a breath, before I've impatiently brushed it aside and am back to my obsessive remembering of the real Doomsday, that of your departure.

And both hanuuz and phir , such unpretentious little words, multiply the possible times and connections.

Here's my long-ago attempt at a translation (1985).