1919–2001 · Pride of Performance

Qateel Shifai

One of the most popular Urdu poets of the twentieth century and a hugely prolific film lyricist, loved for accessible, musical, deeply romantic verse — much of which crossed into popular memory through song.

Pride of Performance (1994) · Adamjee Literary Award · multiple Nigar Awards

Life & work

Born Muhammad Aurangzeb in Haripur, he came from a family with no literary tradition and lost his father young, abandoning formal schooling for a string of small ventures before poetry claimed him. He took the takhallus 'Shifai' in 1938 in honour of his first mentor, the hakeem and poet Yahya Shifa Khanpuri, and later studied under Ahmad Nadeem Qasmi.

In 1947 he entered the Lahore film industry, and over the following decades became one of the most prolific lyricists the subcontinent has known, writing for some two hundred Pakistani and Indian films. What made him unusual is that the film fame and the literary standing reinforced each other rather than cancelling out: he could write a mass-appeal geet and a finely-made ghazal with the same hand, and serious poets respected both.

He championed his mother tongue too, producing the first-ever Hindko film, and his verse has been translated into languages from Russian to Chinese. A street in Lahore and a neighbourhood in Haripur now carry his name — a poet who stayed, to the end, the people's romantic.

Returns to:Love & LossLongingBeauty
7 couplets on the shelf
halat ke qadmon pe qalandar nahin girta
tute bhi jo tara to zamin par nahin girta

A qalandar never falls at the feet of circumstance — even a star, when it breaks, does not fall to the ground. Rivers pour themselves into the ocean with great longing, but no ocean ever falls into a river.

The SelfDefianceRead, hear & share →
jab bhi aata hai mira naam tire naam ke saath
jane kyun log mire naam se jal jate hain

Whenever my name is taken alongside yours — who knows why people burn with envy at my name.

Love & LossEgoRead, hear & share →
aakhri hichki tire zaanun pe aae
maut bhi main shairana chahta hun

May my last gasp come while my head rests on your knees — even my death I want to be poetic.

MortalityLove & LossRead, hear & share →
yun lage dost tira mujh se khafa ho jana
jis tarah phool se khushbu ka juda ho jana

Your turning away from me, my friend, feels like fragrance parting from a flower.

FriendshipLove & LossRead, hear & share →
chalo achchha hua kaam aa gai diwangi apni
vagarna ham zamane bhar ko samjhane kahan jate

Well, it is good my madness served me — otherwise where would I have gone to reason with the whole world.

The SelfWisdomRead, hear & share →
thak gaya main karte karte yaad tujh ko
ab tujhe main yaad aana chahta hun

I have worn myself out remembering you — now I want to be the one you remember.

LongingLove & LossRead, hear & share →
ye thik hai nahin marta koi judai mein
khuda kisi ko kisi se magar juda na kare

True enough, no one dies of separation — yet may God never part anyone from anyone.

Love & LossLongingRead, hear & share →
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