Lovers Embracing Jahangir Nurjahan Orignal PAINTING Page 3 - Page 5

Originally posted by: abhi786

TFS Jodah, wonderful painting & info on Noor... Would not want Ekta to show Jahangir story also..

Originally posted by: roshanehkhan

Nurjahan coins

Originally posted by: Shweta16

Thank you soo much guys for the pictures and @jodah the poem is lovely 😊. Yes NJ had blue eyes and she was exceptionally beautiful lady, in short a rare combination of beauty with brains. I'm totally fascinated by this woman 😳.

Originally posted by: jodah

thanks dear 😊
NurJahan name is written on right side coin

Originally posted by: jodah

The credit of this beautiful poem goes to Pallavi ⭐️👏 i'm just sharing 😊
it will give you a full view Empress Nur Jahan life both fictional & non fictional findings written on her 😊 seriously i'm in love with this women personality ❤️

THE RISE AND FALL OF LIGHT

Noor Jahan, in Shahdara Bagh, Lahore,
Sleeps forever on plain, cold floor
Empress Royale of Hindostan
Bereft of all regal lan
Near her lord Jahangir's tomb
With Ladli, the sole flower of her womb
Calmly and quietly in death she lies
Having given up all worldly ties

Born to penniless parents fleeing homeland,
In Qandahar's merciless desert sand
A great storm raged to declare her birth
A girl heralding neither cheer nor mirth
Mehr-un-Nisaa, Ghiaas and Asmat's child
Abandoned by them in the terrain wild
Saved by fate's power, the new born girl
To be one day the brightest Mughal pearl.

In the heart of the bountiful Hindostan
The Mughal court was where her tale began
By the treacherous path mapped by fate and love
Mehru's star steadily soared above
The girl once abandoned by her own
Was to be the mistress of the Mughal throne
The course of this song will unfold
Noor Jahan's ascent to power, oft sung and told.

Mehru grew up bright and fair
From humble roots a blossom rare
Excelling in the arts and math and law
A rider and archer without a flaw
Her razor mind began to form
Ideas on power, might and royal norm.
In her ambitious heart she always knew
She'd be the focal point of a grander view.

Enter Ali Quli Khan, a brave young man
Killed a tigress, became Sher Afghan
Asked for seventeen year old Mehru's hand
Wed and took her to Bengal, an eastern land
Unhappy Mehru, her royal dreams crushed
By marriage and motherhood her free songs hushed
Washing, sewing, cooking weren't her style
Sad Mehru by her own fate beguiled

But one who is destined to be a star
Cannot from his or her stage be far
Ali Quli Khan drew his last breath
And widowed by his sudden death
Mehru did to her beloved Agra return
Wherefrom the course of her life would turn
Now Ghiaas Baig and Asmat's bereaved daughter
A protg in queen mother Ruqayya's quarter

It was Navroze, the New Year's gala fest
Meena Bazar was decked up at its best
Lovely women selling stuff of dreams
Gems, silks, perfumes - all lavish extremes
Mehr-un-Nisaa, bereaved and sad, walked in
To cheer herself up in the merry din
And then she caught the eye of the man,
Who was born to rule Hindostan

When he returned that night, Jahangir Salim
Had in his eyes the flicker of a romantic dream
Who was that vision in flowing white?
So sad and yet so exquisitely bright?
Her porcelain skin, her ivory arms
Who was this mistress of divine charms?
He swore she was the eternal love of his life
And thus, became Mehru, Salim's twentieth wife.

Emperor Jahangir, bestowed upon his girl
A title, Light of the Palace - Noor Mahal
She wasn't the first in the king's polygamous life
But she surely was to be the last royal wife
With patience and sharpness, tact and skill
Shortly Noor's wish was the Emperor's will
Jagat Gosini, chief queen, did scheme and wail
But never did Salim's love for his Noor Mahal fail.

Wedded to Mehru, Jahangir Salim
His visage was with love agleam
From duties of the court did hide
Lost in the magical charms of his bride
For Noor Mahal was everything condensed in one
Amongst all the stars the brilliant sun
Designer, perfumer, poetess bright
Goddess of his morn and Queen of his night

And Noor Mahal, she knew in her heart
Despite all her charms, her skills and art
Without her lord Jahangir's loving hand
Her powers and tantrums would not stand
For the Mughal zenana was on tip toes
To destroy Jahangir's new found rose
And yet in some years her new role began
Noor Mahal now, Light of the World, Noor Jahan

With Jahangir sunk in eternal opium haze
Given in to his morbid dark alcoholic ways
Noor Jahan took control of the Mughal durbar
Called in royal ministers from near and far
Threw out the rebellious Mahabat Khan
For the failing empire drew her astute plan
For she was the Queen, the Consort Royal
To her King, lord and Country, forever loyal

In her husband's eyes, her heightened appeal
Made her Badshah Begum, wielder of Mughal seal
Co regent of Jahangir, Empress Noor Jahan
Unmatched in title, wealth, might and lan
Never before had the Mughal world seen
Currency minted in the name of a queen
She made grand enemies, she garnered applause
Firm she remained on her King's cause


Armies and ships did Mehru command
The Mughal world moved on her farmaan
Then came ambassador Thomas Roe
Empress Noor Jahan to him did show
The unparalleled grandeur and majesty
Of Hindostan's great Mughal dynasty
When Roe, to England, his report did send
He wrote "to a mighty woman's will all bend"

A faithful wife and a loving mother
Noor Jahan did have her personal bother
For her lord's rapidly failing health
Death would follow sickness on stealth
Her daughter Ladli, from first marriage
Was the subject of general disparage
She had neither ambition nor skill
Nor Noor's steely, unbending will

As destiny likes to play around
Once a widow, now mistress of endless ground
In a sweeping move did Noor Jahan
Wed step son Khurram to niece Arjumand
For Ladli, her only and dearest child
She chose Prince Shahryar of manners mild
She made sure that her bloodline would
Remain royal as far as it possibly could

Days at the court and nights by the side
Of an ill husband, tired Mehru did confide
"Without you my world will cease to be
My Lord, you know not what you mean to me"
"My dearest wife," said the drugged king
"Despite my failing health and suffering
I know my court is in the hands of the best
And therefore here I sit and rest"

"Oh Allah! Have mercy on me
My beloved ailing I cannot see
Though I am now the co-regent strong
But the path ahead is winding and long
And in every timid and unsure breath
Mehru is Salim's in life and death"
Noor Jahan the mighty Mughal queen
Mehru at heart she had always been.

Good times have a mischievous attitude
Wavelengths meagre though long the amplitude
Noor Jahan's crystal blue eyes could see
Her royal career's declining destiny
Jahangir ailing and now Khurram a rebel
Dumb Shahryar like a useless pebble
In desperate measure did the queen react
Khurram to Deccan, away she packed

That one mistake, she would later know
Caused her great regret and endless woe
Alienated by now from her own clan
She lost the powerful Khurram "Shah Jahan"
It was finally the time for Salim's death knell
"Goodbye my soulmate, fare thee well"
Cast off by brother Asaf and father Ghiaas Baig
Exhausted Mehru cringed with heartache.

Tables turn and stories change
All things once lucid now seemed strange
Khurram took Agra and the throne
Mehru, again abandoned by her own
Husband, father and brother, all gone
Left lonely, defeated and forlorn
A prisoner in her step son's home
Again in a widow's black monochrome.

Noor Jahan, dowager empress, stood back straight
Walked towards Shah Jahan in regal gait
In a public trial for her so called "crime"
Of influencing an Emperor's will all the time.
She stood quiet with her head held high
And took an unnoticed glance at the sky
"Salim, your Mehru is down and out
Without you I am filled with doubt"

"My lord, my master, my beloved mate
The sun has set and closed is the gate
When, beloved husband, you chose to die
Why didn't you let me beside you lie?
Your Noor Mahal is tired, Salim,
Her life is going all downstream
For the last time, love, for your honour's sake
I won't let Khurram my spirit break."

Then in the durbar which she once ran
Empress Noor Jahan's trial began
"Punish me, proud king Shah Jahan!
Punish me severely if you can
Yes, I had sent Mahabat Khan
To the far away Afghanistan
It was I who sent you, light of our clan
To perish with your wife in Deccan"

"I have connived, t'was entirely my plan
Reprimand me all that you can
I drew up plans, it was all my scheme
But all was in pursuit of my poor Lord's dream
A wife to her husband and a queen to her land
Must lend support as the left to the right hand
For King and Queen are like the Sun and Moon
When one wanes the other should come up soon."

Passionate words from a mighty queen
Once more powerful than any Mughal had seen
Mehru, Noor Mahal, Noor Jahan
It all ended in Agra, where it once began
Accompanied by Ladli, shown the door
Noor Jahan was exiled to Lahore
Jahangir's last wife, for the rest of her days
Doomed to loneliness for apparent "scheming" ways.

Thus ends the tale of love, fate and might
The saga of the rise and fall of light
Never before nor after Noor Jahan
Came a queen like her in the Mughal clan
Iron fisted ruler, devoted wife
The muse of her beloved Salim's life
For a girl once at the peak of royal bloom
Mehru lies today in the humblest tomb

Noor Jahan, in Shahdara Bagh, Lahore,
Sleeps forever on plain, cold floor
Empress Royale of Hindostan
Bereft of all regal lan
Calmly and quietly in death she lies
Having given up all worldly ties.

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