Baazeecha-e-atfaal hai

It means the world is my playground and it's already posted (there is a thread somewhere in IF). It's a famous ghazal by Ghalib and I have quoted it below.

Bazeecha-e-atfal hain duniya mere aage.

Hota hain shab-o-roz tamasha mere aage.

Ghalib: Oh lord, you are trying to pacify me like a child, touting your universe as a toy. God, day and night and every day you do the same trick. (Rotate the earth; make the sunrise, sunset, moonrise etc.) Small babies have a universe like rotating toy hung over their cradle. Don't remember what it's called now!

Ek khel hain aurang-e-sulemaan mere nazdeek

Ek baat hain ijaz-e-masiah mere aage.

Ghalib: Solomon was a gifted king, and was enthroned by god himself. All prophets did some miracle or the other. Ghalib thinks Solomon's throne and every miracle from the prophets is a just another trifling thing.

Hota hain niha gard mein, sehra mere hote

Ghista hain jabi khak pe dariya mere aage

Ghalib: The desert is just moving/disappearing dust for me. Your(god's) grand oceans fail to awe me.

Mat pooch ki kya haal hain mera tere peeche

Tu dekh ke kya rang ' tera mere aage

Ghalib: (This is where every other interpretation differs, there is no girl involved in this verse). Ghalib definitely asked for something from God and did not get it. So he addresses god saying, "Oh don't you worry about my state, since you already have your turned your face away from me. You(God) should now worry about what impression(rang=color) I (Ghalib) will form of you(God)". Now the dislike/disparaging of god and his creations should make sense.

Imaan mujhe rooke hain jo kheeche hain mujhe kufr

kaaba mere peeche kalisa mere aage

Ghalib: My faith is holding me back from completely disbelieving (kufr) in you (god). I have already turned away from you (kabaa), and I'm facing some other god (kalisa).

Go haat ko jumbish nahi, aakhon mein toh dum hain

Rehne do abhi sagaron-meena mere aaage

Ghalib: My hands definitely are inefficacious in attaining what I desire for. But .. my eyes can imagine what ever impossible desire I wish for. So at least let the alcohol be served to me.

Courtesy: http://the-obvious-subtlety.blogspot.in/2009/11/ghalibs-bazeecha-e-atfal.html

Originally posted by: rosebee

Baazeecha-e-atfaal hai. translation please

Originally posted by: Safi123

this was posted a month ago.