Wednesday, April 2, 2014

The most dangerous is the dying of our dreams

tr. from Paash's poem 'सबसे खतरनाक होता है, हमारे सपनों का मर जाना'

The most dangerous is the dying of our dreams.
The robbery of our labour is not
the most dangerous,
the thrashing by the police
is not the most dangerous.
To find betrayal or greed is not the
most dangerous
Of course it is bad
to be caught in one's sleep,
like it is bad to be in the grip
of a nervous silence but
it is not the most dangerous.
The most dangerous is
to be a corpse, full of peace,
for there to be no yearning,
to bear everything,
to get out of the house for work
and after work, to bring
yourself back.
The most dangerous is the dying of our dreams.
The most dangerous is the watch
on the wrist which has been still for years.
The most dangerous
are those eyes which despite seeing everything
are almost stone, those eyes
which have forgotten how to look at the world
with love, those eyes
which are lost in the fog
of the world of things,
which have forgotten the common meanings
of the things we see, and are lost
in a pointless game.
The most dangerous is the moon,
which rises after every murder
- in the lonely courtyard -
which doesn't even, like red chili,
pierce the eyes.
The most dangerous is the song
which like a mournful lament
falls on our ears,
and repeats the knock of the evil men
on the doors of those who're afraid.

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