The glory of the Mughal empire had already begun a steady decline by the time Bahadur Shah Zafar ascended the throne in 1837. He was well in his sixties and had witnessed the rise of the East India Company from traders to colonialists. Despite that, his court shone in the arts. He gave patronage to a great many poets of Urdu, Farsi, Braj Bhasha and Punjabi. He, himself, was a writer and poet, often writing wistful poems about Sufism, the human condition and his many misfortunes.
Zafar was a sensitive poet and sadly, his poetry was filled with rue and pity at his own life. Although a lot of the poetry attributed to him is controversial and many say, passed down to him by mentors or written later by other poets, the sorrow in it is cannot be missed. Later in life, he was exiled to Burma (present day Myanmar) where he is buried in a tomb which is a Sufi shrine in its own right. His lamentation on not being able to be buried in his home is captured in these lines:
“Hai kitna badnaseeb Zafar dafn ke liye
Do gaz zameen bhi na mili koo-e-yaar mein”
How unlucky is Zafar! For Burial
Even two yards of land were not to be had,
In the land of the beloved.
Excerpts from the poem where he expresses his dislike for the unknown land of exile are moving and starkly honest accounts of a royal fall from grace.
“Lagta nahin hai dil mera ujde dayar mein
kis ki bani hai alam-e-na-paedaar mein”
My heart, these dismal ruins, cannot now placate
Who can find sustenance in this unstable state.
“Kah do in hasraton se kahin aur ja basen
itni jagah kahan hai dil-e-dagh-dar mein”
Desires should be told to find some alternate
This scarred heart has no room to accommodate.
“Kanto ko mat nikaal chaman se o baghbaan
ye bhi gulon ke saath pale hain bahar mein”
Do not remove the thorns from the garden, O gardener
They too were raised with the flowers in the spring.
You can read more of Zafar’s work here.