Thursday, November 22, 2007

Jinhen main dhoondtaa thaa ..


Blue sky above Lagos by Patrick Mayon
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Jinhen main dhoondtaa thaa aasmaanon mein zameeno mein
vo nikale mere zulmat-e-Khaanaa-e-dil ke makiino mein

mahiine vasl ke ghadiyon kee soorat udatey jaatein hain
magar ghadiyaan judaaee kee guzaratee hain mahino mein

mujhe rokegaa tu ai naaKhudaa kyaa garq hone se
ki jin ko doobna hai doob jaate hain safiino.n mein

jalaa sakatii hai sham-e-kushtaa ko mauj-e-nafas un kee
ilaahii kyaa chhupaa hotaa hai ahal-e-dil ke seeno mein

tamannaa dard-e-dil kii ho to kar Khidamat faqeero.n kee
nahee milataa ye gauhar baadshaaho.n ke Khazeeno mein

muhabbat ke liye dil dhoondh koi Tootnevaalaa
ye vo mai hai jise rakhate hain naazuk aab_giino mein

buraa samajhoon unhein mujh se to aisaa ho nahee saktaa
ki main Khud bhii to hoon "Iqbal" apane nuktaachiino mein

Allama Iqbal



Key to Urdu Words: zulmat-e-Khaanaa-e-dil = darkened house that is (my) heart, makiin = resident, vasl = to come together, naaKhudaa = boatsman; garq = drowning; safiinaa = boat, sham-e-kushtaa = extinguished candle/flame, mauj-e-nafas = waves of (one's) breath,gauhar = pearl; Khaziino.n = riches/treasure, aab_giinaa = delicate decanter (wine container) made of glass,nuktaachii.n = critic

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Saturday, October 13, 2007

Parichay (Identity)

Finger print by esti-
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Salil kann hun ya paravaar hun main?Am I a water drop, or an ocean?
Svayam chaya, svayam aadhar hun main; The self, the shadow, I am both;
bandha hun, svapna hun, laghu vrut main hun; tied down, a dream, shrunken,
nahin to vyom ka vistar hun main. else, an elaboration of empty space.

Samaana chahti hai jo been ur mein; A crippled clamor of emptiness,
vikal us shunya ki jhankaar hun main.seeking to fill the silence in my heart.
Bhatakta khojta hun, jyoti tam mein; I wander, searching for light in darkness,
suna hai jyoti ka aagaar hun main. I am, I hear, a treasury of light.

Jisse nishi khojti tare jalakar;Night seeks her dawn, burning candles of stars,
usi ka kar raha abhisaar hun main.I too, await my dawn.
Janam kar sau baar mar chuka lekin A hundred times, I lived and died,
agam ka paa saka kya paar hun main?Have I found yet, the bridge across the Unknown?

Kali ki pankhdi par os kann mein, In the dew-drop on flower petal,
rangeele svapna ka sansaar hun main.I am a world of multi-hued dreams.
Mujhe kya aaj hi ya kal jharu mein,What care I, sooner or later, I will wilt
suman hun ek laghu upahaar hun main.For I am a flower, a modest offering,

Jalan hun, dard hun, dil ki kasak hun;A burning, a pain, a heartache
kisi ka haay, khoya pyaar hun main.Oh woe! I am someone's lost love.
Gira hun bhoomi par nandan vipin se,Fallen to earth, from the flower-garden,
amar-taru ka suman sukumar hun main .beloved son of the evergreen tree

Madhur jeevan hua kuch praan! Jab se, Shouldering my burden of sorrow,
laga dhone vyatha ka bhaar hun main. my life is a little sweeter now.
Rudann anmol dhan kavi ka, issise With anguish, precious wealth of poets,
pirota aasuon ka haar hun main.I string together my tears in verse.

Mujhe kya garv ho apni vibha ka? Why pride in my own light,
Chita ka dhulikann hun, kshaar hun main. I am but the dust from the pyre, the ash
Pata mera tujhe mitti kahegi, Where I am, the earth will tell you,
sama jisme chuka sau baar hun main. She who has consumed me a hundred times
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Na dekhe vishva par mujhko ghrina se;Yet the world looks not with hatred upon me,
manuj hun srishti ka shringaar hun main. For I am a man, a wonder of creation
Pujarin! Dhuli se mujhko utha le, Oh Devotee, lift me from the dust where I lie!
tumhare devtaa ka haar hun main.I am a garland for your beloved God.

Sunnu kya sindhu, main garjan tumhara?Oh mighty ocean, what shall I make of your roar?
Svayam yudh dharma ki hunnkaar hun main.I am a voice, loud, of this age and its mores
Kathin nirgosh hun bheeshan ashani ka;A hard fearsome voice of lightning,
pralay gaandeev ka tankaar hun main.I am the twang of catastrophe's bow,

Dabi si aag hun bheeshan kshuddha ki; The suppressed fire of a ravenous hunger,
dalit ka maun hahakaar hun main.I am the wordless wail of the suffering.
Sajag sansaar tu nij ko samhaale;Oh vigilant world, take care, beware!
pralay ka ksubdh paravaar hun main. I am the tumultuous ocean of catastrophe.

Bandha toofan hun, chalna mana hai,A captive storm, forbidden motion,
bandhi uddaam nirjhar-dhaar hun main; I am a waterfall dammed.
kahun kya kaun hun, kya aag meri?Who am I, what is my desire,
Bandhi hai lekhni, laachaar hun main I am helpless, a pen constrained.


by Ramdhari Singh Dinkar

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About the Poet: Ramdhari Singh Dinkar ( 1908-1974) is considered one of the most important modern hindi poets. His poetry inspired thousands during India's struggle for freedom. During his lifetime Dinkar received several awards and honors for his work , including , Jnanpith award, Padmabhushan and Sahitya Academy Award. Parichay is one of Dinkars best loved poems with each and every line beautiful and profound .

References:

1. The translation is from http://vgr.sulekha.com/blog/post/1999/11/i-parichay-by-dinkar-i-a-translation.htm

2.Read more about Dinkar's life at wikipedia http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ramdhari_Singh

3. Read Parichay in Hindi script at http://www.prayogshala.com/poems/dinkar-parichay

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Thursday, October 11, 2007

Ye jo hum hijr mein...

Drawn Away by Dandelions by It'sGreg
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ye jo ham hijr mein diivaar-o-dar ko dekhate haiin
kabhii sabaa ko kabhii naamaabar ko dekhate hain
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vo aaye ghar mein hamaare Khudaa kii kudarat hai
kabhii ham un ko kabhii apane ghar ko dekhate hain
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nazar lage na kaheen usake dast-o-baazuu ko
ye log kyon mere zaKhm-e-jigar ko dekhate hain
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tere javaahiir-e-tarf-e-kulah ko kyaa dekhein
ham auj-e-taalaa-e-laal-o-guhar ko dekhate hain
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Mirza Ghalib
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Key to Urdu Words: Hijr= separation, dar=door, saba= wind, naamaadar = messenger, dast-o-baazuu=hands & shoulders, javaahiir=jewels, tarf=golden belt, kulah=crown, auj=height/position ,taalaa=luck, laal-o-guhar=diamonds & pearls
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Wednesday, September 26, 2007

Tonight I Can Write The Saddest Lines...

Photo by creativity+
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Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
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Write, for example : "The night is full of stars,
and the stars, blue, shiver in the distance."
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The night wind whirls in the sky and sings.
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Tonight I can write the saddest lines
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
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On nights like this, I held her in my arms.
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.
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She loved me sometimes , and I loved her too.
How could I not have loved her large, still eyes?
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Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think I don't have her. To feel that I've lost her.
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To hear the immense night, more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul as dew to the pasture.
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What does it matter that my love couldn't keep her.
The night is full of stars and she is not with me.
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That's all. Far away, someone sings. Far away.
My soul is lost without her.
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As if to bring her near, my eyes search for her.
My heart searches for her and she is not with me.
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The same night that whitens the same trees.
We, we who were, we are the same no longer.
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I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.
My voice searched the wind to touch her hearing.
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Another's. She will be another's. As she once
belonged to my kisses.
Her voice, her light body. Her infinite eyes.
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I no longer love her, that's certain, but perhaps I love her.
Love is so short , forgetting is so long.
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Because on nights like this I held her in my arms,
my soul is lost without her.
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Though this be the last pain she makes me suffer,
and these the last verses that I write for her.
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Pablo Neruda
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About the poet : Pablo Neruda ( July 12,1904 - September 23, 1973) was a Chilean writer and a communist leader. Neruda , who won Nobel Prize for literature in 1971, is considered one of the greatest and most influential poets of the 20th century.
This poem is one of my favorite poems of all times. It's absolutely moving and almost makes me cry everytime I read it. I read this comment on the poem - " Any single woman who can understand this poem and it's meaning; please marry me! ! " What a great poem..love, pain, joy and everything in between...." Which is what the poem is precisely about...love, pain, joy and everything in between .
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Resources:
[1] Read more about Pablo Neruda at Wikipedia http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pablo_Neruda
[3] Listen to this lovely recitations of this moving poem by Andy Garcia at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zXHPk-ctoYY

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The Argumentative Indian


"Prolixity is not alien to us in India. We are able to talk at some length. Krishna Menon's record of the longest speech ever delivered at the United Nations (nine hours not-stop), established half a century ago ( when Menon was leading the Indian delegation), has not been equalled by anyone from anywhere. Other peaks of loquaciousness have been scaled by other Indian. We do like to speak."


So begins the first essay in this stimulating book by Amartya Sen on Indian Culture, History and Identity . Amartya Sen won the Nobel Prize for Economics in 1998 for his work on welfare economics, famine, human development theory , the underlying mechanisms of poverty, and political liberalism. In this collection of essays, he dwells on various aspects on India - it's culture, heterodoxy so much ingrained in it's every aspect and it's impact on the basic texture of Indian society - on science, literature and politics. I specially liked the discussion on Rabindranath Tagore and Satyajit Ray. One part where Ray talks about what to project as a director particularly struck a cord..its beautiful...read on...


"What should you put in your films? What can you leave out? Would you leave the city behind and go to the village where cows graze in the endless fields and the shepherd plays the flute? You can make a film here that would be pure and fresh and have the delicate rhythm of a boatman's song.
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Or would you rather go back in time - way back to the Epics, where the gods and the demons took sides in the great battle where brother killed brother and Lord Krishna revivified a desolate prince with the words of the Gita? One could do exciting things here, using the great mimetic tradition of the Kathakali, as the Japanese use their Noh and Kabuki.
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Or would your rather stay where you are, right in the present, in the heart of this monstrous, teeming, bewildering city, and try to orchestrate its dizzying contrasts of sight and sounds and milieu?"

Absolutely beautiful isn't it - a celebration of differences - old and new - the monstrous modern world driven by machines and humane everyday acts which keep us going forward- sights and sounds - of past and present, the urban and rural! As Sen beautifully brings out throughout his various discussions in the book - In our heterogeneity and in our openness lies our pride - A lesson important for us as citizens of whichever part of the world we are in and more importantly - as human beings.

Thursday, September 20, 2007

A word is dead

words by Feuillu
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A word is dead
When it is said,
Some say
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I say it just
Begins to live
That day
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Emily Dickinson
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Sunday, September 09, 2007

Book Review: Three Weeks with My Brother


I decided to read Nicolas Sparks "three weeks with my brother " - a memoir about his travels to several historical landmarks around the world with his elder brother Micah for two reasons. One, I had heard a lot about Nicholas Sparks and his wonderful work as an author. Second, due to my immense love for travel and knowing about new places and cultures. Two very good reasons to start the book indeed and I was very upbeat about reading it in days to come. Unfortunately, much to my dismay , the book is far ( read way way far) from justifying Nicholas Sparks image as a great author.

For starters, if you think you'd get to know much about the culture and history of landmarks like Machu Pichu in Peru , Ayers Rock in Australia , The Temples at Angkor Cambodia - which are some of the many places the Sparks brothers visit during course of their three week trip - then - well this not the book for you! What you can expect is a touch and go to these places with juvenile antics of Sparks brothers filled with disregard for local cultures of places they visit , their behaviour often edging on being plain crass .

First thing one should know as a traveler is to respect different people and cultures. Second, I believe a sense of curiosity is very important if one is to capitalize on any small or big opportunity to travel to any known or not so known place. What makes me so flabbergasted is the way , on more than one occasion, the Sparks brother mocks at places which have thousands years of history and tradition behind them. One doesn't expect them or any other traveler for that matter to be filled with utmost reverence for each and every place that they visit. But then expecting a little respect won't be asking for too much! Consider this :

On their first stop on the trip, the brothers visit Yaxhá and Tikal in Guatamala. Yaxhá is both the name of a lagoon and the site of a city built more that 1500 years ago. It was once the third largest city in the Mayan empire. Elder brother Sparks makes a heartfelt comment "I never believed I could get so excited about seeing a pile of dirt!" Subsequently, they visit Tikal - the hub of Mayan life - which has been declared a World Heritage Site by UNESCO. As the guide is discussing about the historical context of the site , elder brother Micah whispers " Have someone get a picture of me lying on the ( sacrificial) stone, while you pretend to stab me , wouldn't that be cool?" Younger brother Nicholas , seeing the enraged guide ( who happens to be a Mayan) tries to tell the big bro that the guide looked pretty mad, as did people running the tour." You'r insulting their culture !" to which elder brother replies simply that " Ah, they 'll get over it, They won't even remember it" .

At Ayer's rock in Australia - the largest single unit or monolith stone in the world, the guide is talking about aboriginals and their culture in which brother Micah is least interested. Younger brother Nicholas says " C'mon it's interesting . It's a culture we know nothing about!" to which Micah snaps "The reason we don't know anything about it because it's boring" . What does one say to a statement like that. It leaves me speechless to both sensitivity and sensibility of the speaker!

The conversations ( disheartening as they are to any reasonable person) speak much about brothers attitude towards other places they would soon visit.

These rather bland descriptions of some on the most intriguing places in the world are backdrop to authors biographical account of his growing up years - the hopes, aspirations, ups and downs. For some parts this makes good reading and is filled with insights into struggles he and his family went through over years and how they bonded in the process . I do admire the fact that the author has come a long way from a not so super privileged ( though reasonably middle class) childhood to being a best selling author. He , like almost everybody does, has had personal trials and tribulations and has in turn gained strength from them to become a stronger person.However, many a times the writing moves from excessive self pitying to narcissism. Time and again, the author talks about extreme poverty they grew up in , how they did not have as much as other kids, how their relatives always had more, how they ate all cookies they could eat when they went to somebodies house, how they'd break most of their cousins toys during visit to their house, how they didn't have air conditioning during a trip to Grand Canyon, how the first house they owned was sooo small - it just had 4 rooms, an office, a living room, kitchen and a converted garage ( which would be considered a luxurious living in many third world countries the brothers later travel to!) .

As I said, the book far from justifies Nicholas Sparks' reputation as a great writer. It leaves you wanting for way more by way of quality writing. Hopefully his other novels are better than this one!

Tuesday, September 04, 2007

Chal Merey Saath hee chal..

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chal mere saath hi chal ae meri jaan-e-ghazal
in samajon ke baneye huey bandhan se nikal, chal...
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hum vahan jayen jahan pyar pe pehere na lagey
dil ki daulat pe jahan koi lutere na lagey
kab hai badla ye zamana, tu zamane ko badal, chal…
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pyar sachcha ho to rahen bhi nikal aateen hain
bijliyan arsh se khud rasta dikhlati hai
tu bhi bijli ki tarah gam ke andheron se nikal, chal...
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apne milne pe jahan koi bhi ungli na utthey
apni chahat pe jahan koi bhi dushman na hanse
chhed de pyar se tu sazey, mohabbat pey ghazal, chal...
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peechey mat dekh na shamil ho gunahgaron mein
samne dekhke, manzil hai teri taaron mein
baat banti hai agar dil mey, iradey ho atal, chal…
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Hasrat Jaipuri
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About : This ghazal was written by the Urdu poet Hasrat Jaipuri who is also a renowned lyricist for Hindi cinema. The ghazal is about perseverence , compassion & never never saying die and is one of my absolute favorites for two reasons. One , because I love the lyrics and all the more because it is one of the songs I grew up listening to from my mother's amazing collection.The song has been beautifuly rendered by the brothers’ duo Ahmed Hussain and Mohd Hussain.
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Resources:
1) Listen to this amazing ghazal on musicindia online at the following link: http://www.musicindiaonline.com/p/x/dJ3pCwAeht.As1NMvHdW/?done_detect
2) Read more about Hasrat Jaipuri at wikipedia http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hasrat_Jaipuri
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Na tha kuch to....

the in-side by dandasights
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Na tha kuch to Khuda tha, kuch na hota to Khuda hota
Duboya mujhko hone ne, na hota main to kya hota ?
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Huaa jab gham se yoon behis to gham kya sar ke katne ka
Na hota gar juda tan se to zaanoon par dhara hota
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Huee muddat ke 'Ghalib' mar gaya par yaad aata hai
Wo har ek baat pe kehana, ke yoon hota to kya hota ?
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Mirza Ghalib
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Key to Urdu words: doboya = to drown, behis = shocked/stunned, zaanooN = knee , muddat = a long period
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Resources:
1) For a very good source of Tashree ( in depth interpretation ) of Ghalib's poetry see http://www.geocities.com/ziestnmot/
2) Listen to Jagjit Singh singing Na Kuch tha on You Tube : http://youtube.com/watch?v=3PXVUIdmeLo
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Monday, September 03, 2007

Auguries of Innocence..

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To see a world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.
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A robin redbreast in a cage
Puts all heaven in a rage.
A dove-house fill'd with doves and pigeons
Shudders hell thro' all its regions.
A dog starv'd at his master's gate
Predicts the ruin of the state.
A horse misused upon the road
Calls to heaven for human blood.
Each outcry of the hunted hare
A fibre from the brain does tear.
A skylark wounded in the wing,
A cherubim does cease to sing.
The game-cock clipt and arm'd for fight
Does the rising sun affright.
Every wolf's and lion's howl
Raises from hell a human soul.
The wild deer, wand'ring here and there,
Keeps the human soul from care.
The lamb misus'd breeds public strife,
And yet forgives the butcher's knife.
The bat that flits at close of eve
Has left the brain that won't believe.
The owl that calls upon the night
Speaks the unbeliever's fright.
He who shall hurt the little wren
Shall never be belov'd by men.
He who the ox to wrath has mov'd
Shall never be by woman lov'd.
The wanton boy that kills the fly
Shall feel the spider's enmity.
He who torments the chafer's sprite
Weaves a bower in endless night.
The caterpillar on the leaf
Repeats to thee thy mother's grief.
Kill not the moth nor butterfly,
For the last judgement draweth nigh.
He who shall train the horse to war
Shall never pass the polar bar.
The beggar's dog and widow's cat,
Feed them and thou wilt grow fat.
The gnat that sings his summer's song
Poison gets from slander's tongue.
The poison of the snake and newt
Is the sweat of envy's foot.
The poison of the honey bee
Is the artist's jealousy.
The prince's robes and beggar's rags
Are toadstools on the miser's bags.
A truth that's told with bad intent
Beats all the lies you can invent.
It is right it should be so;
Man was made for joy and woe;
And when this we rightly know,
Thro' the world we safely go.
Joy and woe are woven fine,
A clothing for the soul divine.
Under every grief and pine
Runs a joy with silken twine.
The babe is more than swaddling bands,
Throughout all these human lands;
Tools were made and born were hands,
Every farmer understands.
Every tear from every eye
Becomes a babe in eternity;
This is caught by females bright,
And return'd to its own delight.
The bleat, the bark, bellow, and roar,
Are waves that beat on heaven's shore.
The babe that weeps the rod beneath
Writes revenge in realms of death.
The beggar's rags, fluttering in air,
Does to rags the heavens tear.
The soldier, arm'd with sword and gun,
Palsied strikes the summer's sun.
The poor man's farthing is worth more
Than all the gold on Afric's shore.
One mite wrung from the lab'rer's hands
Shall buy and sell the miser's lands;
Or, if protected from on high,
Does that whole nation sell and buy.
He who mocks the infant's faith
Shall be mock'd in age and death.
He who shall teach the child to doubt
The rotting grave shall ne'er get out.
He who respects the infant's faith
Triumphs over hell and death.
The child's toys and the old man's reasons
Are the fruits of the two seasons.
The questioner, who sits so sly,
Shall never know how to reply.
He who replies to words of doubt
Doth put the light of knowledge out.
The strongest poison ever known
Came from Caesar's laurel crown.
Nought can deform the human race
Like to the armour's iron brace.
When gold and gems adorn the plow,
To peaceful arts shall envy bow.
A riddle, or the cricket's cry,
Is to doubt a fit reply.
The emmet's inch and eagle's mile
Make lame philosophy to smile.
He who doubts from what he sees
Will ne'er believe, do what you please.
If the sun and moon should doubt,
They'd immediately go out.
To be in a passion you good may do,
But no good if a passion is in you.
The whore and gambler, by the state
Licensed, build that nation's fate.
The harlot's cry from street to street
Shall weave old England's winding-sheet.
The winner's shout, the loser's curse,
Dance before dead England's hearse.
Every night and every morn
Some to misery are born,
Every morn and every night
Some are born to sweet delight.
Some are born to sweet delight,
Some are born to endless night.
We are led to believe a lie
When we see not thro' the eye,
Which was born in a night to perish in a night,
When the soul slept in beams of light.
God appears, and God is light,
To those poor souls who dwell in night;
But does a human form display
To those who dwell in realms of day.
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William Blake
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About the Poem: Auguries of Innocence, written by William Blake is a poem of paradoxes in life and the beauty in their irony. I have put my favorite lines from the poem in bold. The opening lines are absolutely enchanting and I love them. Priceless wisdom is packed in each line of the poem .Everytime you read it a new layer emerges!
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About the Poet: William Blake (1757 - 1827) was an English poet, visionary , painter and printmaker. Largely unrecognized during his lifetime, Blake's work is today considered great and significant in the history of both poetry and the visual arts. [1]
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In 1782, William Blake married an illiterate woman named Catherine Boucher. Blake taught her to read and to write, and also instructed her in draftsmanship. Later, she helped him print the illuminated poetry for which he is remembered today. Blake believed that his poetry could be read and understood by common people, but he was determined not to sacrifice his vision in order to become popular. [2]
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References :
[1] Read more about William Blake at Wikipedia http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_blake

[2] Read William Blake's Biography as well his other works at poets.org http://www.poets.org/poet.php/prmPID/116
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Saturday, September 01, 2007

Lagta nahee hai...

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lagata nahee hai jee mera ujadey dayaar mein
kis kee banee hai aalam-e-naa-paayedaar mein
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[ My heart is not happy in this barren land
Who has ever felt fulfilled In this temporary world]
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keh do in hasaraton se kahee aur jaa basen
itnee jagah kahaan hai dil-e-daaGadaar mein
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[Please tell my desires * to go away somewhere else
there is not enough room for them in my sad heart]
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bulabul ko baagabaan se na saiyyaad se gilaa
qismat mein qaid thee likhee fasal-e-bahaar mein
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[The nighthingale laments neither to the gardnerer nor to the hunter
Imprisonment was written in fate in the season of spring]
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umr-e-daraaz maang ke laaye the chaar din
do aarazu mein kat gaye, do intzaar mein
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[I had requested for a long life a life of four days
Two were spent in wishing* and two were spent in waiting]
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hai kitna badnaseeb zafar dafn ke liye
do gaz zameen bhee na milee ku-e-yaar mein
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[ How unlucky Zafar is !For his burial
he could'nt get even two yards of earth in my beloved country]
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- Bahadur Shah Zafar
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About the Poet: Bahadur Shah Zafar was the last Mughal King of India and is regarded as one of the greatest Urdu Poets in Indian history. The British exiled Zafar to Rangoon ( now Yangon, Myanmar ) where he lived the last few years of his years yearning to return to his homeland. He died in Rangoon in 1862 and is buried there. The above poem was written by Zafar as his epitaph
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References:
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1) Read more about Bahadur Shah Zafar at wikipedia http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bahadur_Shah_II
2) For a good collection of Zafar's poetry see http://www.urdupoetry.com/zafar.html
3) The English translation is from http://www.cs.colostate.edu/~malaiya/zafar.html and wikipedia ( except words marked by * , which I find more closer to the intended meaning)
Image Information: This image if from http://www.flickr.com/photos/jzakariya/191481747/

Friday, August 31, 2007

Khusrau darya prem ka..

The edge of the storm by slack12
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Khusrau darya prem ka, ulti wa ki dhaar,
Jo utra so doob gaya, jo dooba so paar
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[Oh Khusrau, the river of love Runs in strange directions.
One who jumps into it drowns, And one who drowns, gets across.]
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-Amir Khusrau
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About the Poet: Amir Khusro Dehlavi (1253-1325 AD) was a poet, musician, inventor, philosopher and linguist. Khusro was musician in the court of seven kings in Delhi Sultanat.He wrote poetry in Persian as well as what he called Hindvi ... a combination of local Bhojpuri and Persian, which later evolved into Hindi and Urdu languages.[1] Khusrau has been termed as the "father of qawwali" (the devotional music of the Sufis). He is also credited with enriching the Hindustani classical music by introducing Persian and Arabic elements in it, and was the originator of the tarana style of music. [2]
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Khusrau was a disciple of the Sufi saint Hazrat Nizamuddin Auliya who was his spiritual mentor. There is a legend about Khusrau's first meeting with Nizamuddin Aulia [3] .It is said that Khusrau, at the age of eight years, was coerced by his mother to visit the saint's khaneqah (monastary) for the first time . When he reached there, he didn't enter at once - he wanted to test him out. He sat down at the gate and composed the following lines in his heart :

Tu aan shahi ke ber aiwan-e qasrat Kabutar gar nasheenad, baaz gardad
Ghareeb-e mustamand-e ber der aamedBe-yaayad andaroon, ya baaz gardad
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(You are a king at the gate of whose palace / even a pigeon becomes a hawk. / A poor traveller has come to your gate, / should he enter, or should he return?)

It is said that Nizamuddin Aulia at once asked one of his servants to go out at the gate and narrate the following lines to a boy who is sitting there :
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Be-yaayad andaroon mard-e haqeeqatKe ba ma yek nafas hamraaz gardad
Agar abla buvad aan mard-e naadanAzaan raah-e ke aamad baaz gardad
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(Oh you the man of reality, come inside / so you become for a while my confidant /but if the one who enters is foolish / then he should return the way he came.)

Hearing this Khusrau decided that he has come to the right place and entered.
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References :
[2] Read about Amir Khusrau on Wikipedia http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Amir_Khusro
[3] (a) A very informative and good source for Amir Khusrau's work http://www.alif-india.com/
[3] (b) For more legends about Amir Khusrau see : http://www.alif-india.com/legend.html
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Image Information : This image is from http://www.flickr.com/photos/slack12/1087014722/

It's all I have to bring today....

Yellowjackets in the Clover by CaptPiper
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It's all I have to bring today –
This, and my heart beside –
This, and my heart, and all the fields –
And all the meadows wide –
Be sure you count – should I forget
Some one the sum could tell –
This, and my heart, and all the Bees
Which in the Clover dwell
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Emily Dickinson
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Tuesday, August 28, 2007

I'm Nobody! Who Are You

Two birds by kjhads
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I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there's a pair of us--don't tell!
They'd banish us, you know.

How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!

Emily Dickinson
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About the Poet : Emily Dickinson is one of most well regarded American poets of all times. As is the case with many a well known writers and artists, Emily was virtually unknown during her lifetime and published a handful of poems while she was alive. Today, Emily is known to have written more than 1700 poems in her lifetime!
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Resources:
2. Read about Emily on wikipedia http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emily_dickinson
3. Check out Dickinson electronic archive http://www.emilydickinson.org/
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Image Information : This image is from http://www.flickr.com/photos/hadders/378725691/

Monday, August 20, 2007

(Phil-o)-Sophie's World ...

Image: Rodin's " Thinker"
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"The only thing we require to be good philosophers is the faculty of wonder."
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Sophie's World
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Finished reading Jostein Gaarder's " Sophie's World" and what a journey it has been - intriguing, magical and full of loads and loads of food for thought! Trying to compress thousands and thousands of years of human thought in few hundred pages is a daunting task for sure and Jostein Gaarder has done a wonderful job ....
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Sophie Amundsen is a fourteen year old girl living in Norway and is busy living her regular teenager life when one day she receives a letter from a mysterious person asking " Who are you? " " Where does the World come from? " . Not easy questions to answer by any means. Nevertheless, these are questions which are as old as the humankind itself. These are the questions that have been asked by great thinkers , ascetics as well as by regular worldly people like you and me at certain point in our lives!
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If you've looked at the brilliant star studded night sky with a childlike curiosity and wondered where it all came from ? If you have studied about the Big Bang and asked yourself well so there was a big a bang but what happened before that? Was there an invisible hand which created this world? If you've ever wondered about lives of great many men and women who dared to ask questions which crowds don't dare to ask for fear of being outcasts , questions which challenge the status quo, questions which go on roads not taken and answers which are sometimes so very obvious and sometimes so fuzzy that you can learn and learn and be back to square one...well..here is a book for you!
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The book traces history of philosophy from great philosophers of ages gone by to the great era's of development of human learning and understanding of the universe , the enigma of human mind as well as mystery in Sophie's own world! There is so much in pages of this book that I'm overwhelmed simply thinking of all that it has covered. So am trying to make my very own Kaleidoscope of "Sophie's World" and as a starting point here is a timeline of thinkers who have shaped the world of philosophy. The list is by no way complete but hey we've gotta start somewhere!
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phi·los·o·pher [fi-los-uh-fer]
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Cogito, ergo sum : I think, therefore I am



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Did you know?!

  • Sophie means Wisdom
  • In Greek Mythology Female side of God is called Sophia
  • Sophist means a wise and informed person
  • Sophists were a group of teachers and philosophers in times of Socrates . In Athens, Sophists made a living out of teaching the citizens!

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Image Information : One of most widely recognized pieces of sculptures in the world, The Thinker was made by French artist Auguste Rodin . The sculpture showing a man in deep thought was originally meant to depict Dante from " The Divine Comedy" .

Friday, August 17, 2007

Aah ko Chaahiye....

Source: Evening fire by lynnieb
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aah ko chaahiye ek umr asar hone tak
kaun jeetaa hai teri zulf ke sar hone tak
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daam har mauj mein hai halqaa-e-sad _kaam-e-nahang
dekhen kyaa guzare hai qatare pe gauhar hone tak
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aashiqi sabr-talab aur tamanna betaab
dil kaa kyaa rang karun Khuun-e-jigar hone tak
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ham ne manaa ke taGaaful na karoge lekin
Khaak ho jaayenge hum tum ko Khabar hone tak
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partav-e-Khuur se hai shabanam ko fanaa kii taaliim
main bhii hoon ek inaayat kii nazar hone tak
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yak nazar besh nahii.n fursat-e-hastii Gaafil
garmi-e-bazm hai ik raqs-e-sharar hone tak
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Gam-e-hastii kaa 'Asad' kis se ho juz marg ilaaj
shammaa har rang mein jalati hai sahar hone tak
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Mirza Ghalib


Key to Urdu Words: aah = a sign of cry/ grief / yearning , daam = net/trap; mauj = wave; halqaa = ring/circle, sad = hundred; nahang = crocodile; sad_kaam-e-nahang = crocodile with hundred jaws, gauhar = pearl, sabr-talab=patient,partav-e-Khuur = sun's rays; shabanam=dew,fanaa = perish; inaayat = favour, tagaaful=neglect/ignore, yak = one , besh = excess; Gaafil = ignorant, raqs = dance; sharar = flash/fire, juz = other than; marg = death
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References:

1) For a good collection of Ghalib's poetry see http://www.urdupoetry.com/
2) For reading Ghalib's poetry in Hindi font see Ghalib at Kavita Kosh
3) Listen to Begum Akhtar singing "Aah koo chaahiye ek umra " at YouTube http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=ih6BTkJ1Ujc
4) Listen to Jagjit Singh singing " Aah ko chaahiye ek umra.." at YouTube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lUlyOEhnGg4
5) Read the meaning of lines from"Aah ko chahiye.." at ebazm..http://www.ebazm.com/discus/messages/6/2035.html?1115823378
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Image Information: This image is from http://www.flickr.com/photos/lynnieb/1129684204/

Wednesday, August 15, 2007

Where the mind is without fear....

Source: Bird of Paradise by Audi speed
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WHERE the mind is without fear and the head is held high
Where knowledge is free
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments
By narrow domestic walls
Where words come out from the depth of truth
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way
Into the dreary desert sand of dead habit
Where the mind is led forward by thee
Into ever-widening thought and action
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake.
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Rabindranath Tagore
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Image Information : This image is from http://www.flickr.com/photo_zoom.gne?id=446730983&size=m

Tuesday, August 14, 2007

Cavafy's Ithaca....

The Lighthouse of Alexandria
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Constantin Cavafy is one of the most prominent Greek Poets. Cavafy was born to Greek parents on April 29, 1863 and died on the same day in Alexandria, Egypt .His father was a prosperous importer-exporter who had lived in England in earlier years and acquired British nationality. After his father died in 1870, Cavafy and his family settled, for a while, in liverpool, UK ; he moved back to Alexandria in 1877 after the financial problems the family had faced in the crash of 1876. [1] Subsequently, due to problems in Alexandria , the family moved to Constantinople in 1882 . It was here that young Cavafy met his Greek relatives and became acquainted with the legendary Queen City of the Greeks, the seat and capital of Greekness. [2] In 1885 Cavafy moved back to Alexandria where he spent rest of his life. He first worked as a journalist and then as a civil servant.
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Cavafy's poetry [1][2] : In his poetry , Cavafy drew inspiration from his own experiences as well as from his tremendous knowledge of history.Cavafy was unique in his method for publishing the poems he wrote. He never published a collection in book form, and refused at least two such offers (one for a Greek edition and one for an English). He opted to publish his poems in newspapers, periodicals and annuals, then printing them privately in broadsheets, which he would collate in makeshift collections for any interested party.
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My Ithaca : One of my all time favorite poems is Cavafy's Ithaca.The poem , written in 1911 , is based on the voyage to return to the famous island that was depicted in Homer's Odyssey. To me Ithaca is symbolic for life itself .Its central theme is the importance of relishing the journey over the destination and exploring the beauty and priceless wisdom this journey has to offer. Here is to Ithaca...mine, your's , anybodies...
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Ithaca
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When you set out on your journey to Ithaca,
pray that the road is long,
full of adventure, full of knowledge.
The Lestrygonians and the Cyclops,
the angry Poseidon -- do not fear them:
You will never find such as these on your path,
if your thoughts remain lofty,
if a fine emotion touches your spirit and your body.
The Lestrygonians and the Cyclops,
the fierce Poseidon you will never encounter,
if you do not carry them within your soul,
if your soul does not set them up before you.
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Pray that the road is long.
That the summer mornings are many,
when,with such pleasure, with such joy
you will enter ports seen for the first time;
stop at Phoenician markets,
and purchase fine merchandise,
mother-of-pearl and coral, amber and ebony,
and sensual perfumes of all kinds,
as many sensual perfumes as you can;
visit many Egyptian cities,
to learn and learn from scholars.
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Always keep Ithaca in your mind.
To arrive there is your ultimate goal.
But do not hurry the voyage at all.
It is better to let it last for many years;
and to anchor at the island when you are old,
rich with all you have gained on the way,
not expecting that Ithaca will offer you riches.
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Ithaca has given you the beautiful voyage.
Without her you would have never set out on the road.
She has nothing more to give you.
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And if you find her poor, Ithaca has not deceived you.
Wise as you have become, with so much experience,
you must already have understood what Ithacas mean.
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Constantine P. Cavafy (1911)

Resources :

1. For more about the life and times of Cavafy see http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Constantine_P._Cavafy

2.The official website of Cavafy Archive : http://www.cavafy.com/

3.One of my favorite resources for Cavafy's work : http://users.hol.gr/~barbanis/cavafy/

4. Read about Cavafy Museum in Alexandria : http://www.greece.org/alexandria/cavafy/cavafy2.htm
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Image Information : This image is of lighthouse of Alexandria. Sometimes called the "Pharos of Alexandria" (Pharos or Φάρος in Greek means lighthouse), the Lighthouse of Alexandria was built in the 3rd century BC and is traditionally considered one of the Seven Wonders of the World. To read more about the lighthouse see http://fixedreference.org/2006-Wikipedia-CD-Selection/wp/l/Lighthouse_of_Alexandria.htm

Monday, August 13, 2007

Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam...



Rubaiyat , written by Omar Khayyam , is one of the masterpieces of Persian poetry and has been translated into several languages. Omar Khayyam lived from approximately 1048 to 1131 AD. Khayyam means tentmaker and Omar was famous in his lifetime as an astronomer and mathematician. He lived under Turkish rule but his language and culture were Persian. [1]Rubaiyat" (derived from the Arabic root word for 4) means "Quatrains": verses of four lines. One of the most famous translations of the Rubaiyat from Farsi into English was undertaken in 1859 by Edward J. Fitzgerald". I am putting together few of my favorite rubai's in their literal / Fitzgerald versions ..... [2]

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(Literal )

I resolve daily that at dusk I shall repent
For a night with a cup full of wine spent.
In the presence of flowers, my resolve simply went
In such company, I only regret that I ever resolved to repent.

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(Literal)

The secrets eternal neither you know nor I
And answers to the riddle neither you know nor I
Behind the veil there is much talk about us, why
When the veil falls, neither you remain nor I.

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(Literal)

Some in deep thought spirit seek
Some lost in awe, of doubt reek
I fear the voice, hidden but not weak
Cry out "awake! Both ways are oblique.

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( Fitzgerald's Translation)

The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it.

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( Literal)

The grass that grows by every stream
Like angelic smiles faintly gleam
Step gently, cause it not to scream
For it has grown from a lover’s dream.

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( Fitzgerald's Translation)

And strange to tell, among that Earthen Lot
Some could articulate, while others not:
And suddenly one more impatient cried--
"Who is the Potter, pray, and who the Pot?"

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References :
[2] I have taken these lines from Rubaiyat from http://www.okonlife.com/poems/index.htm - a wonderful collection of rubaiyat that are almost universally believed to be authentic: in Persian, accompanied by several translations into English as well as German.
[3]Read more about Omar Khayyam at : http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Omar_Khayyam
[5] Another good source for Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam is : http://www.omar-khayyam.org/

Saturday, August 11, 2007

Hazaaron Khwahishen ....

Source: Wikimedia Commons (See image information below)
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Hazaaron khwahishen aisi ke har khwahish pe dum nikle
bahot nikle mere armaan, lekin phir bhi kam nikle
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Daray kyon mera qaatil? kya rahega us ki gardan par?
Voh khoon, jo chashm-e-tar se umr bhar yoon dam-ba-dam nikle
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Nikalna khuld se aadam ka soonte aaye hain
lekinBahot be-aabru hokar tere kooche se hum nikle
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Bharam khul jaaye zaalim! teri qaamat ki daraazi ka
Agar is tarahe par pech-o-kham ka pech-o-kham nikle
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Magar likhvaaye koi usko khat, to hum se likhvaaye
Hui subaha, aur ghar se kaan par rakh kar qalam nikle
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Hui is daur mein mansoob mujh se baada aashaami
Phir aaya voh zamaana, jo jahaan mein jaam-e-jaam nikle
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Hui jin se tavaqqa khastagi ki daad paane ki
Voh ham se bhi zyaada khasta e tegh e sitam nikle
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Mohabbat mein nahin hai farq jeenay aur marnay ka
Usi ko dekh kar jeetay hain, jis kaafir pe dam nikle
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Zara kar jor seene par ki teer-e-pur sitam nikle
jo wo nikle to dil nikle, jo dil nikle to dam nikle
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Khuda ke waaste parda na kaabe se uthaa zaalim
Kaheen aisa na ho yaan bhi wahi kaafir sanam nikle
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Kahaan maikhane ka darwaaza Ghalib aur kahaan vaaiz
Par itna jaantay hain kal voh jaata tha ke ham nikle
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Hazaaron khwahishen aisi ke har khwahish pe dam nikle
Bohat niklay mere armaan, lekin phir bhi kam nikle...

Mirza Ghalib
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Key to Urdu Words: chashm=eye; tar=wet; dam ba dam=continously; Khuld=Paradise; be-aabaruu=disgrace; kuuchaa=street,qaamat=stature; daraazii=delay; turra=ornamental tassel worn in the turban, pech-o-Kham=curls in the hair, mansoob=association, baada aashaami=related to drinking, tavaqqa=expectation; Khastagi=injury, daad=justice,Khasta=broken/injured, tegh=sword, sitam=cruelity , vaaiz = preacher
About the poet : Well what does one say about Ghalib! He is one of the most celebrated Urdu poets of all times. Watch this space for I am gonna write more about him!
References:
1) For comprehensive information on Ghalib see http://www.ghalib.org/
2) Read about Ghalib on wikipedia at http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ghalib
3) For a good English translation of Hazaaron Khwahishen see : http://www.cedcc.psu.edu/khanjan/Hazaaron.htm
Image Information: This image was selected picture of the day on July 25, 2006 for Wikimedia commons. It was captioned as "old boat near the panoramic terrace of the Vauban passage, in the "Petite France" district in Strasbourg". For more information see http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/Image:Strasbourg-RemiLeblond-Barque2.jpg

Thursday, August 09, 2007

Agneepath ...

Red Vineyard by Gogh ( see image information below)


Vriksh ho bhale khade, ( even if the tree stands tall)
Ho ghane, ho bade, ( even if it is dense and big)
Ek patra chaa bhi, ( shade of a single leaf)
Mang maat, mang maat, mang maat ( don't ask, don't ask, don't ask)
Agnipath, Agnipath, Agnipath ({on this} path of fire, path of fire, path of fire)

Tu na thakega kabhi, ( you will not get tired ever)
Tu na thamega kabhi, ( you will not stop ever)
Tu na mudega kabhi, ( you will not turn back ever)
Kar shapath, kar shapath, kar shapath ( take this oath, take this oath, take this oath)
Agnipath, Agnipath, Agnipath ( {on this} path of fire, path of fire, path of fire)

Yeh maahan drishya hai, ( this is a great vision)
Chal raha manushya hai, ( man walks on)
Ashru, shwet, rakth se, ( with tears, sweat and blood)
Lathpat, lathpat, lathpat ( he is soaked, he is soaked, he is soaked)
Agnipath, Agnipath, Agnipath ( {on this} path of fire, path of fire, path of fire)
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- Shri Harivansh Rai Bachchan
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About the poem: Agneepath ( meaning path of fire) is one of the most inspirational poem written by Shri.Harivansh Rai Bachchan. The poem is about struggle we as humans face, it is about persistence and never giving up in face of adversity. The poem was used as title of Amitabh Bachchan's 1990 film for which he won a national award. Amitabh Bachchan's character Vijay Dinanath Chauhan narrates the poem through out the movie.

Image Information : The image is painting "Red Vineyard " by Vincent Van Gogh. It was the only piece sold by the Van Gogh while he was alive. Source : http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Red_Vineyard

Recital : Here is a nice recital

Wednesday, August 08, 2007

Madhushaala..


Madiralay jaane ko ghar se chaltaa hai peenewaala
kis path se jaaoon asmanjas mein hai wo bhola bhaala
alag alag path batalatey sab par main ye batlata hoon
raah pakad tu ek chalaa-chal paa jaayega madhushaala
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Sun kal-kal chal-chal madhu-ghat se girti pyalon mein haala
sun run Jhun-Jhun chal witran karti madhusa ki baala
bas aa pahunche door nahin kuch chaar kadam aur chalna hai
chahak rahe sun peene waale mehak rahi le madhushaala
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Naal sura kee dhaar lapat see keh na dena ise jwaala
madira hai math isko keh dena urr ka chaala
dard nasha hai is madira ka wigat smritiyan saaqi hain
peeda mein anand jise ho aaye meri madhushaala
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Sumukhi tumhara sundar mukh hi mujh ko kanchan kaa pyaalaa
chhalak rahi hai jisme manik roop madhur maadak haalaa
maiN hi saaqi banta main hi peene waala banta hoon
jahan kahin mil baithe hum tum wahin gaee ho madhushaala
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Girti jatee hai pratidin pranyani prano kee haala
magn hua jaata din-pratidin subhge mera tan pyaala
rooth raha hai mujhse roop si din-din yauwan ka saaqi
sookh rahi hai din-din sundari meri jeewan madhushaala
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Chote se jeewan mein kitna pyaar karoon peeloon haala
aane ke hee saath jagat mein kehlaaya jaane-waala
swaagat ke hee saath wida ki hothi dekhi tayyaari
band lagi hone khulte hee meri jeewan madhushaala
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About the Poet: Madhushala is one of Shri. Harivansh Rai Bachchan's most famous compositions. When it was first published in 1935, Dr. Bachchan became famous overnight. The poem has total of 135 verses. Each verse is called a rubaai . All the rubaai's end in the word Madhushala ( which means wine house).Madhushala and haala (wine) serve as the basic metaphors in the poem and are used to symbolize life and all it's constituents - love, beauty, pain ,joys and hope.
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Mitti ka tann, mastee ka mann,
kshan bhar jeevan mera parichay
- Harivansh Rai Bachchan
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References:
1. For English translation of Mashushala see http://www.cs.rice.edu/~ssiyer/minstrels/poems/72.html
2.For Complete Hindi text of Madhushala see : http://manaskriti.com/kaavyaalaya/mdhshla.stm
3. For more Madhushala couplets written in English see: http://members.tripod.com/~ghazal/madhusala.html
4. For Biography of Harivansh Rai Bachchan and his other works see : http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harivansh_Rai_Bachchan



Tuesday, August 07, 2007

Sitaron ke aage ....


Sitaron se aage jahan aur bhi hain
Abhi Ishq ke imtehan aur bhi hain

Tahi zindagi se nahin yeh fazayen
Yahan sankaron karwaan aur bhi hain

Qana'at na kar aalim e rang o boo par
Chaman aur bhi, aashian aur bhi hain

Agar kho gaya ek nasheman to kya gham
Mukamat e aah o faghan aur bhi hain

Tu shaheen hai, parwaz hai kaam tera
Tere saamne aasman aur bhi hain

Isi roz o shab mein ulajh kar na reh jaa
Ke tere zaman o makan aur bhi hain

Gaye din ke tanha tha main anjuman mein
Yahan ab mere raazdan aur bhi hain


Key to urdu words : Jahan - worlds , imtehan - test , anjuman - assembly/ society , shaheen-an eagle ,parwaz - flight, nasheman - home , makan - destination, , raazdan - confidante
About the poet : These lovely urdu lines were written by Allama Iqbal - A great poet-philosopher and active political leader, who was born at Sialkot, Punjab, in 1877. According to some , as a poet Iqbal represented in perhaps the most sensitive manner, the collective consciousness of his people during a certain period of their history. He was able to do so because he maintained a constant and direct contact with his audience at all levels. ( Source: http://www.urdulove.com/poet_intros_english/Allama_Iqbal.html)
Translation: I like this translation http://tinyurl.com/4opdswe
Image Information : The painting is " Night Sky" by one of my favorite painters Van Gogh . It has been taken from Wikimedia commons.