Sunday, January 14, 2007

Jeevan nahi mara karta hai (Life - it does not die)

कवि: गोपाल दास "नीरज"

Poet: Gopal Das "Neeraj"

Translation: the maVerick

छिप छिप अश्रु बहाने वालो
मोती व्यर्थ लुटाने वालो
कुछ सपनो के मर जाने से
जीवन नही मरा करता है

Chhip chhip ashru bahaney walo
Moti vyarth lutaney walo
Kuchh sapno ke mar jaaney se
Jeevan nahi mara karta hai

O thee who stealthily shed tears
Who waste these pearls of their eye
If some dreams cease to be
Life doesn't end, it doesn't die

सपना क्या है, नयन सेज पर
सोया हुआ आंख का पानी
और टूटना है उसका ज्यों
जागे कच्ची नींद जवानी

Sapna kya hai, nayan sej par
Soya hua aankh ka paani
Aur tootna hai uska jyon
Jaagey kachchi neend jawani

What's a dream? Just a dew-drop
On your eye, amidst a siesta deep
And its dissipation is as if
Youth is woken-up mid-sleep

गीली उमर बनाने वालो
डूबे बिना नहाने वालो
कुछ पानी के बह जाने से
सावन नही मरा करता है

Geeli umar bananey walo
Doobey bina nahaney walo
Kuchh paani ke bah jaaney se
Saawan nahi mara karta hai

O thee who make their lives moist
Who bathe, but don't immerse, o why
If some water flows out and away
Monsoon doesn't end, it doesn't die

माला बिखर गई तो क्या
खुद ही हल हो गई समस्या
आँसू ग़र नीलाम हुए तो
समझो पूरी हुई तपस्या

Maala bikhar gai to kya
Khud hi hal ho gai samasya
Anshoo gar neelaam huey toh
Samjho poori hui tapasya

So what if the beads scattered
The problem is resolved per se
If your tears are auctioned off
Then your penance is complete

रूठे दिवस मनाने वालो
फटी कमीज़ सिलाने वालो
कुछ दीपों के बुझ जाने से
आंगन नही मरा करता है

Roothey diwas mananey walo
Fati kameez silaaney walo
Kuchh deepon ke bujh jaaney se
Aangan nahi mara karta hai

O thee who spend their days glum
Who sew their torn shirts and cry
If some lamps get extinguished
The porch stays, it doesn't die

खोता कुछ भी नहीं यहाँ पर
के़वल जिल्द बदलती पोथी
जैसे रात उतार चांदनी
पहने सुबह धूप की धोती

Khota kuchh bhi nahi yahan par
Kewal jild badalti pothi
Jaise raat utaar chaandni
Pehne subah dhoop ki dhoti

Nothing gets lost here
The book changes its cover
Like the night peels moonlight
In the morn to be sun-ray lover

वस्त्र बदलकर आने वालो
चाल बदलकर जाने वालो
चंद खिलौनों के खोने से
बचपन नही मरा करता है

Vastr badalkar aaney walo
Chaal badalkar jaaney walo
Chand khilono ke khoney se
Bachpan nahi mara karta hai

O thee who change clothes and come
Who go, but in new pomp and style
If lost is the moon you thought a toy
Childhood doesn't end, it doesn't die

लाखों बार गगरियां फूटीं
शि़क़न न आई पर पनघट पर
लाखों बार कश्तियां डूबीं
चहल पहल वोही है तट पर

Laakhon baar gagriyan phooti
Shikan na aayi par panghat par
Laakhon baar kashtiyan doobi
Chahal pahal woi hai tat par

Many, many pots n pails have broken
Not a crease on the well's face o muscle
Many, many boats have sunk
The shore has the same hustle-bustle

तम की उम्र बढाने वालो
लौ की आयु घटाने वालो
लाख करे पतझर कोशिश पर
उपवन नही मरा करता है

Tam ki umr badhaaney walo
Lau ki aayu ghataaney walo
Laakh kare patjhar koshish par
Upvan nahi mara karta hai

O thee who extend the darkness
Who reduce the life of light
Fall may try, and then try
The orchard lives, it doesn't die

लूट लिया माली ने उपवन
लुटी न लेकिन गंध फूल की
तूफानों तक ने छेड़ा पर
खिड़की बंद न हुई धूल की

Loot liya maali ne upvan
Lutee na lekin gandh phool ki
Toofaano tak ne chheda par
Khidki band na hui dhool ki

The gardener pillaged the garden
Flower's fragrance couldn't be stolen
Even storms tried playing with it
But window of dust would remain open

नफरत गले लगाने वालो
सब पर धूल उडाने वालो
कुछ मुखडों की नाराज़ी से
दर्पन नही मरा करता है
Nafrat galey lagaaney walo
Sab par dhool udaaney walo
Kuchh mukhdon ki naaraazi se
Darpan nahi mara karta hai
O thee who embrace hatered
Who throw dirt on every guy
Even if some faces are upset
The mirror stays, it doesn't die

15 comments:

  1. absolutely one of the best poems!

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  2. very nice poem, ... we used to sing on stage during our school days ( 20 years back). Thank you so much for this poem on web.

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  3. truly one of the best poems written ever.. Thank you for posting the poem.It brings back those old days and old memorie and yet teaches us a lot that really makes you appreciate the depth of the poem

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  4. very nice poem.....it reminds about my school days..!!!

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  5. one of my fav poems...just love this poem...

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  6. Great poem. Where were you educated? I find that I was even taught most of the ones you remember.

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  7. adhbhud,hridyasparshi,preranadaye,vastavik

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  8. Absolutely fantabulous...Thanks to Google, ur page rankin comes ahead!

    Lovely job done,loved ur Hindi scripts as well as english translation of one of my fave poets whose poem i read during my KV school days. good job man..cudn't stop commentin cos dat wud be a regret to me!

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  9. nice poem .. thanks for the post

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  10. this poem is really very true ... once i sang this poem when i was in 5th std n won prize...thanks to my teacher who prepared me n chose me from my seniors to sing it on the stage n thanks for sharing it on the web too...!!

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  11. really very nice n true poem ...once i sang this in inter school competition n won prize ...i want to say thanks to my teacher who prepared me so nicely n also to that person who shared this poem on the web...!!

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  12. So True..
    My Favorite Lines..

    varun deewan

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  13. The Poem of my life :).. really admire it and follow it!!

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  14. aisi kavita jo jevan ke har pehloo par ek prernamayi sroth sabit hoti hai. Really happy to go through it in it's original Devnagri script:).

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