Friday, May 21, 2010

Tonight

Tonight, we measure our distance
to the sky, or figure out how far
is one star from the other; how long
would it take us to walk to the moon,
if we were to try, or how wide apart
do this world's ends lie. Of all the
precedents we could have found,
we took our cue from galaxies, and
kept far, but when we felt blue,
the first thing to fall was the sky, now
reached by hand, and you and I saw
the stars huddling close together
in the night (because light-years are
nothing in the absence of light) and
the moon lapsed into the little puddle
on the ground, where it shone, and
this world, insolvent without you,
demurred, but somewhere in history
to make its ends meet, got curved.

Monday, May 17, 2010

मैन्नु लत लगी सी तेरी

मैन्नु लत लगी सी तेरी
हुन छुट्ते-छुट्ते छुट्टेगी
ऐ जो गल सी तेरी-मेरी
हुन टुट्ते-टुट्ते टुट्टेगी।
ऐथ्थे मिंटा विच धुप ते मीं
ते बर्फ़बारी होंदी ऐ; ओ यारी,
मेरे मौसमां नु ऐ की कर दित्ता,
तू ते लुट्ते-लुट्ते लुट्टेगी।

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

ऐ दिल, हम उसे भूलेंगे

tr. from Emily Dickinson's 'HEART, we will forget him!'

ऐ दिल, हम उसे भूलेंगे,
मैं और तुम, इस रात,
तुम चाहो तो भूलना उसकी हसी
मैं भूलूँ उसका साथ।

जब हो जाए, मुझे बताना
ज़रूर

कि मैं भी ख़यालों को दूँ लगाम;
जल्द करना, की कहीं तुम पिछड़ो
और मुझे याद आजाए उसका नाम!



("HEART, we will forget him!
You and I, to-night!
You may forget the warmth he gave,
I will forget the light.
When you have done, pray tell me,
That I my thoughts may dim;
Haste! lest while you’re lagging,
I may remember him!")