ओ गंगा तुम, बहती हो क्यूँ (Bistirno parore)

विस्तार है अपार.. प्रजा दोनो पार.. करे हाहाकार...
निशब्द सदा ,ओ गंगा तुम, बहती हो क्यूँ ?
नैतिकता नष्ट हुई, मानवता भ्रष्ट हुई,
निर्लज्ज भाव से , बहती हो क्यूँ ?

इतिहास की पुकार, करे हुंकार,
ओ गंगा की धार, निर्बल जन को, सबल संग्रामी,
गमग्रोग्रामी,बनाती नहीँ हो क्यूँ ?

विस्तार है अपार ..प्रजा दोनो पार..करे हाहाकार ...
निशब्द सदा ,ओ गंगा तुम, बहती हो क्यूँ ?

अनपढ जन, अक्षरहीन, अनगिन जन,
अज्ञ विहिन नेत्र विहिन दिक` मौन हो क्यूँ ? इतिहास की पुकार, करे हुंकार,
ओ गंगा की धार, निर्बल जन को, सबल संग्रामी,
गमग्रोग्रामी,बनाती नहीँ हो क्यूँ ?
विस्तार है अपार ..प्रजा दोनो पार..करे हाहाकार ...
निशब्द सदा ,ओ गंगा तुम, बहती हो क्यूँ ?

व्यक्ति रहे , व्यक्ति केन्द्रित, सकल समाज,
व्यक्तित्व रहित,निष्प्राण समाज को तोड़ती न क्यूँ ?
इतिहास की पुकार, करे हुंकार,
ओ गंगा की धार, निर्बल जन को, सबल संग्रामी,
गमग्रोग्रामी,बनाती नहीँ हो क्यूँ ?

विस्तार है अपार ..प्रजा दोनो पार..करे हाहाकार ...
निशब्द सदा ,ओ गंगा तुम, बहती हो क्यूँ ?

रुतस्विनी क्यूँ न रही ?
तुम निश्चय चितन नहीं प्राणों में प्रेरणा प्रेरती न क्यूँ ?
उन्मद अवनी कुरुक्षेत्र बनी गंगे जननी
नव भारत में भीष्म रूपी सूत समरजयी जनती नहीं हो क्यूँ ?

---भूपेन हजारिका

Original Song:


Inspired by this song, Bhupenda created-

The Internationale

Stand up, damned of the Earth
Stand up, prisoners of starvation
Reason thunders in its volcano
This is the eruption of the end.
Of the past let us make a clean slate
Enslaved masses, stand up, stand up.
The world is about to change its foundation
We are nothing, let us be all.
|: This is the final struggle
Let us group together, and tomorrow
The Internationale
Will be the human race. :|

There are no supreme saviours
Neither God, nor Caesar, nor tribune.
Producers, let us save ourselves,
Decree the common salvation.
So that the thief expires,
So that the spirit be pulled from its prison,
Let us fan the forge ourselves
Strike the iron while it is hot.
|: This is the final struggle
Let us group together, and tomorrow
The Internationale
Will be the human race. :|

The State oppresses and the law cheats.
Tax bleeds the unfortunate.
No duty is imposed on the rich;
The rights of the poor is an empty phrase.
Enough languishing in custody!
Equality wants other laws:
No rights without duties, she says,
Equally, no duties without rights.
|: This is the final struggle
Let us group together, and tomorrow
The Internationale
Will be the human race. :|

Hideous in their apotheosis
The kings of the mine and of the rail.
Have they ever done anything other
Than steal work?
Inside the safeboxes of the gang,
What work had created melted.
By ordering that they give it back,
The people want only their due.
|: This is the final struggle
Let us group together, and tomorrow
The Internationale
Will be the human race. :|

The kings made us drunk with fumes,
Peace among us, war to the tyrants!
Let the armies go on strike,
Stocks in the air, and break ranks.
If they insist, these cannibals
On making heroes of us,
They will know soon that our bullets
Are for our own generals.
|: This is the final struggle
Let us group together, and tomorrow
The Internationale
Will be the human race. :|

Workers, peasants, we are
The great party of labourers.
The earth belongs only to men;
The idle will go to reside elsewhere.
How much of our flesh have they consumed?
But if these ravens, these vultures
Disappeared one of these days,
The sun will shine forever.
|: This is the final struggle
Let us group together, and tomorrow
The International
Will be the human race. :|

--- Eugène Pottier
("L'Internationale" a widely sung left-wing anthem)

साँसों की परिधि

जैसे अन्धकार में
एक दीपक की लौ
और उसके वृत्त में करवट बदलता-सा
पीला अँधेरा।
वैसे ही
तुम्हारी गोल बाँहों के दायरे में
मुस्करा उठता है
दुनिया में सबसे उदास जीवन मेरा।
अक्सर सोचा करता हूँ
इतनी ही क्यों न हुई
आयु की परिधि और साँसों का घेरा।

--- दुष्यंत कुमार

Tonight I can write the saddest lines

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

Write, for example,'The night is shattered
and the blue stars shiver in the distance.'

The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Through nights like this one I held her in my arms
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.

She loved me sometimes, and I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.

To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.

What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is shattered and she is not with me.

This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

My sight searches for her as though to go to her.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.

The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.

Another's. She will be another's. Like my kisses before.
Her voide. Her bright body. Her inifinite eyes.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my sould is not satisfied that it has lost her.

Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.

---Pablo Neruda

The Wolf's Postcript to 'Little Red Riding Hood'

First, grant me my sense of history:
I did it for posterity,
for kindergarten teachers
and a clear moral:
Little girls shouldn't wander off
in search of strange flowers,
and they mustn't speak to strangers.

And then grant me my generous sense of plot:
Couldn't I have gobbled her up
right there in the jungle?
Why did I ask her where her grandma lived?
As if I, a forest-dweller,
didn't know of the cottage
under the three oak trees
and the old woman lived there
all alone?
As if I couldn't have swallowed her years before?

And you may call me the Big Bad Wolf,
now my only reputation.
But I was no child-molester
though you'll agree she was pretty.

And the huntsman:
Was I sleeping while he snipped
my thick black fur
and filled me with garbage and stones?
I ran with that weight and fell down,
simply so children could laugh
at the noise of the stones
cutting through my belly,
at the garbage spilling out
with a perfect sense of timing,
just when the tale
should have come to an end.

--- Agha Shahid Ali

Jodi Bheste Jaite Chao - Duel of Poets ( If You Wish to Go to Heaven)

SHISHWA (Disciple)
If you wish to go to heaven
Keep fear of Allah in your heart

GURU (Teacher)
If you want to be close to Allah
Keep love within your heart

SHISHWA (Disciple)
I'm just your daughter's age
I'll assume the side of shariah
And take an anti-Sufi stance
Don't take what I say to heart
You ignore the Holy Scriptures -
What kind of Muslims are you?

Why are the mullahs
always angry with you?
Keep fear of Allah in your heart

GURU (Teacher)
You need a measure of wisdom
to grasp the Koran and Hadith
How can half-read mullahs
interpret the intricate Scriptures?

They preach to others
without knowing the texts
The dogmatic mullahs
make their living from deception
Well fed and fattened, they use
their strength to abuse us
Keep love within your heart

SHISHWA (Disciple)
You Sufis chant Allah's name
Ignoring creed and prayer

You smoke pot during Ramadan
With the excuse of meditation
What kind of Islamic creed
Sanctions this immorality?
Keep fear of Allah in your heart

GURU (Teacher)
Just showing off your rituals
Is that true namaz?
Namaz is meditation,
To attain tranquility

Fasting is self control
How many really follow that?
They skip their meals by day
And eat double by night

We don't lust for heaven
And have no fear of hell
Keep love within your heart

SHISHWA (Disciple)
You don't go on pilgrimage
You don't give charity
What do you have against
Ritual sacrifice?
Why should Muslims
Quaver at the sight of blood?

GURU (Teacher)
You're asked to sacrifice
Your dearest ones
Are these cows and goats
Your most beloved?

Nothing is dearer than yourself
The supreme sacrifice is self sacrifice
If you can, restrain your senses
Control your passions
Keep love within your heart

SHISHWA (Disciple)
You roam around with women
Without wedding them
You sing and dance together
Without shame

The outside world is for men
The woman's place is at home
Keep fear of Allah in your heart

GURU (Teacher)
Woman is the seed of life
The source of creation
Those who believe in inequality
Lock women into marriage

Woman is the vessel of love
Woman is the Mother
Without Woman we would not
Come into being

(Together)
You need both man and woman
For procreation and creation
Keep love inside your heart

If you want to be close to Allah
Keep love inside your heart

--- Source. Selected Song Texts from the Film Matir Moina and Listen to song in youtube.

Poem

So what, if you've written a poem?!
Somebody says it's lovely,
Someone else says it's awful.
Someone coughs,
Someone groans.
The sun has no idea
About the lovely poem.
Nor does the cat
Nor the mouse.
And the house is still made of stone,
The table- of wood.
But the water
which I drink from a glass
Is suddenly sweet,
And green as grass.
I lift it high
Higher than my hair
And fall three times
To my knees then and there,
And kiss the table
and kiss the house!
and search every cranny
for that little mouse.

--- By Reyzl Zhychlinska
Translated by A.Z. Foreman