Jamali-Kamali: A Tale of Passion in Mughal India, Karen Chase (2011)

I’m not usually one to read poetry, I find its brevity unsatisfying. But I bought Karen Chase’s Jamali-Kamali not knowing it was of this genre, and was glad that I was forced out of my literary comfort zone. Jamali-Kamali is a long narrative poem recounting the love affair between sixteenth-century Mughal court poet Jamali, and his male lover Kamali.

But more than just a poem, this book is a whole visual and historical account. A long introduction by art historian Milo Beach sets the context for Chase’s poem. The Jamali-Kamali tomb today lies off the Mehrauli-Gurgaon highway in Delhi, in the Mehrauli Archaeological Park, just south of one of Delhi’s most visited tourist sites, the Qutb Minar, but receiving far fewer tourists itself. It is intricately decorated with blue and red tiles and decoration, in a way that many of north India’s Mughal monuments must have once been, and is quite well preserved and maintained. Several photographs of the exterior and interior of the building accompany Beach’s short essay. The building contains two tombs, side by side, Jamali’s and Kamali’s. Jamali was a court poet of Sikander Lodi’s reign in the sixteenth century, but nobody knows who Kamali was. As Beach notes, legend and oral histories variously state that Kamali was Jamali’s pen-name, that she was Jamali’s wife, or that he was Jamali’s male lover.

Chase has followed the last suggestion. As the court poet, the narrative voice largely belongs to Jamali, and this is where the poem begins:

In the plump dusk, I hear/ a peacock screech,/ eye marks on my lover’s neck.

Kamali, let’s go/ to the lake/ to moisten our love scars.

I will wash mud from/ your muscled legs.

My secrets rest/ in the wedding/ hut. I visit another/ man as the moon/ circles down.

Come my protege,/ my Kamali, to bed./ I will show you/ moves of a new/ planet as no/ astrologer could.

(p. 23)

Jamali was known to be an extensive traveler, traveling to places as far away as Spain in his role as court poet. The poem recounts the pain of the long periods of separation that Jamali and Kamali would have had to endure. Finally, Jamali is killed while accompanying king Humayun on a military expedition west to Gujarat. Kamali’s poetic voice is heard, more staccato than Jamali’s as he, of course, is the narrator purely of Chase’s imagination, with no historical persona upon which to draw:

Nights now/ sleepless.

Gulping water./ Tuk tuk tuk–the owl.

I am dismantled/like glass chips.

(p. 61)

Jamali-Kamali: A Tale of Passion in Mughal India contains a beautiful poem, but as a book it is more than this. It is the sum of several parts–photography, historical essay, poem–that together, add up to an experience, a suggestion that history does not just lie in the known and the unknown, that the unknown can perhaps be imagined and put into words to become an alternate possibility.

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Elen

Travel writer at www.wildernessmetropolis.com. Editor, writer, traveller, reader, literary critic.

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