मुहब्बत...!

 

Muhabbat . . . !!

Presented below is an English translation of this couplet.

What should I say now about the story of this love, O' Friend! 

The farther I drifted, the greater was the attraction of the shore!!                                                                            ✽✽✽✽✽✽✽

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बे-सुकूँ ...!

Be-sukuun !

When you realize the futility of your work ...

Glossary :

याँ  : here

बे-सुकूँ : restless

Presented below is an English translation of this couplet.

The soul is restless and the heart has no comfort here,

The only work I have day and night is having no work at all. 

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मन

The Mind ...

मन के कोट की इक जेब से बेवक्त कोई पर्चा निकला | उसे पढ़ा, लिखा, पढ़ा पर न जाना, न समझा | फिर एक दिन लापरवाही की दराज में कहीं गुमा दिया | अनचाहे सफ़र में वक्त की टांग जहाँ जहाँ ज़रा ज़ोर से पड़ी वहाँ वहाँ कुछ दरका | किसी दरक में वही पर्चा घायल पड़ा था | न कोई पुरसाँ न वारिस कोई | उसी की छटपटाहट यहाँ लटका रहा हूँ | जाने कौन हवा कब क्या आस दे जाये |

GLOSSARY :

शैन - विलाप , रोना-धोना, दोष, ऐब 

 

Presented below is a loose English translation of this Hindi poem.

A lot of effort and ability is needed to carry over the charm of poetic expression and aesthetic value present in any original work into another language. I am afraid I do not have this ability. Yet I wanted to reach out to a wider audience. So even at the risk of sounding dull, I have attempted, by the way of this translation, to somehow try to convey the underlying idea of the poem however coarse it may seem though. I deeply lament that I could not preserve the allure of metre and rhythm that adorn the original poem in this translation. I offer my humble apologies to my readers for these poetic failings.

The Mind

Mind is an estranged friend

It's a moth like dream

Which makes me wander

from forest to forest

Enshrouding my night

as the day starts fading

What efforts would bring rains

to my life parched for ages

A thousand eyes of the mind

peek through the closed fists

 of my lonely childhood

And on the other side of my eyes

wait endless strands of tears

Mind speaks when I am silent

Surrendering itself fatuously

to anyone it falls for

and doesn't remember 

what it had been 

pondering on yesterday

Like a spurting water stream

that doesn't listen to anyone

Mind thinks and sings of itself

And it remains alienated so

 Every happiness

 is stained with a sorrow

For there's a horde 

ready to pull the shade 

off my head

There's a mind

in hiding within itself

holding a body

 of dreams covered in sutures

playing hide and seek

like the clouds

and like collyrium

embracing the smoke

Storing up petrified pearls and

threads of anxiety

in my eyes 

the mind is sleepless

every now and then

Echoes of  

the clamor of closed eyes

befell every dawn

Mind was always restless

and it went restless

 quietly taking with itself

all my faults and mournings !  

                                                                                                                 - Ishu Priye

                                                        June 1st , 2021

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अब तो आ जा . . .

 Ab To Aa Jaa ...

Vagaries of human nature have made this world a terrible place for sensitive people. In the shadows of inherent dishonesty of the human mind, even religion and spirituality fail to offer any consolation. So what would you do to comfort your tormented soul? Would you send your pleas to some non-existent love and find solace in the futile hope that it may come to rescue your robbed soul one day?

तू हो कर

 Tu Ho kar ...

Two Couplets