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    I died as a mineral and became a plant,
    I died as plant and rose to animal,
    I died as animal and I was Man.
    Why should I fear? When was I less by dying?
    Yet once more I shall die as Man, to soar
    With angels blest; but even from angelhood
    I must pass on: all except God doth perish.
    When I have sacrificed my angel-soul,
    I shall become what no mind e’er conceived.
    Oh, let me not exist! for Non-existence
    Proclaims in organ tones, ‘To Him we shall return.’

    -Jalal ud-Din Rumi (1207-1273) Translated by A.J. Arberry

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    Cleverness, , , , , , , , Poem, , Tulsidas   

    तुलसी साथी विपत्ति के, विद्या विनय विवेक|
    साहस सुकृति सुसत्यव्रत, राम भरोसे एक ||

    “तुलसीदास जी कहते हैं, किसी विपत्ति के समय आपको ये सात गुण बचायेंगे:
    आपका ज्ञान या शिक्षा, आपकी विनम्रता, आपकी बुद्धि, आपके भीतर का साहस, आपके अच्छे कर्म, सच बोलने की आदत और ईश्वर में विश्वास !!”

    Tulsidas says, during difficult times these seven things will help you.
    1. Education
    2. Humility
    3. Wisdom
    4. Courage
    5. Good Karma
    6. Truth telling
    7. Faith in God

    • बाबूराव अंबले, 134203 on 20180412 Permalink

      बहुत बढ़िया

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    An Ode to Lord Shiva : Naduvan by Dr Burns 

    This is an interesting translation of  Dr Burn’s work Naduvan. There are  omissions and errors, but it does also add details to improve clarity in some instances. Except converting the double hyphens to single hyphens, the rest of the text remains unaltered to retain the original version of the translation.

    Translated by :
    Mrs Jeevan Gunasunthari BA English Language/ Literature
    (Singapore )

    Sights and all that’s prized – a passing,
    This body prized, when bruised, does pall,
    Worldly possessions and this entity – a phase,
    So is this world, this universe and all.

    This ephemeral body misconstrued – as lasting,
    Numerous have perished day after day,
    Wealth depleted causing dire pain – and suffering,
    Without reservations in mind and soul, I pray.

    Though this world, this universe, may crumble – and fall,
    Will forever remain, your sturdy foot, matted locks and coral-like body,
    Indestructible and everlasting, your name – I call,
    O Supreme Lord Shiva! O Supreme Body!

    Undissolvable are human sins,
    Through nine holes in my six-feet body,
    As air and soul depart by any means,
    Accept my humble soul, Supreme Almighty!
    Without fail, free me from bondage,
    As I appear before thee in humble homage.

    Once in a sanctuary, a devotee,
    For ten months, pleaded with the Creator,
    For a body, he acquired eventually,
    Merely to be broken by a jester.

    Like the multiple births – we take,
    Praising oneself, for the sins perpetrated,
    This broken body, to the grave – we take,
    With Karma, Illusion and Ego, this body emaciated.

    In the one who knows all, real truth lies incessantly,
    Those trying to make an impression, awake from your sleep of ignorance,
    With only Him, in mind constantly,
    What’s burnt, Death consumes as a penance,
    As unhealed wound is savoured invariably,
    Similar to admiring Death’s body perpetually.

    For misdeed committed in previous birth,
    One has to pay indefinitely,
    Prior to that, pray to the Lord – it’s worth,
    To connect with He who chased the God of Death indelibly,
    For the full moon, Lord Shiva, the sole cause,
    So Death, I welcome – Come hither,
    With Him near, I’ve no fear.

    Lustful and skilled in the art of seduction,
    Amidst the aroma of sandalwood paste and vermillion,
    Men and women, with eyes for salacious attraction,
    Shall have their flesh scotched – tomorrow, you’ll see,
    Blisters rupturing, with soul leaving body free,
    Unable to scream a tearful plea,
    In a shroud – concealed.
    What’s above, what’s below – superfluous,
    You and I – simply inconspicuous,
    At the brink of death, my soul – spirituous,
    To O Lord Shiva, a surrender – most arduous!

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    Basava, Kannada, Poem, , Vira Shaivism   

    The pot is a God. The winnowing fan is a God. The stone in the street is a God. The comb is a God. The bowstring is also a God. The bushel is a God and the spouted cup is a God.

    Gods, gods, there are so many there’s no place left for a foot. There is only one God. He is our Lord of the Meeting Rivers.


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    Where the Mind is Without Fear by Rabindranath Tagore 

    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 lead forward by thee into ever-widening thought and action–
    Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake.

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    Last Curtain by Rabindranath Tagore 

    I know that the day will come
    when my sight of this earth shall be lost,
    and life will take its leave in silence,
    drawing the last curtain over my eyes.

    Yet stars will watch at night,
    and morning rise as before,
    and hours heave like sea waves
    casting up pleasures and pains.

    When I think of this end of my moments,
    the barrier of the moments breaks
    and I see by the light of death
    thy world with its careless treasures.

    Rare is its lowliest seat,
    rare is its meanest of lives.
    Things that I longed for in vain
    and things that I got
    —let them pass.
    Let me but truly possess
    the things that I ever spurned
    and overlooked.

    The poem ‘Last Curtain’ explains the vulnerability one feels at the time of death. The actual treasures one can take to the grave are none but his deeds of good. The poem conveys the message that the things that matter the most at death, are those virtues that are considered as least important by many men during their lives.

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    நான் – பாரதியார் கவிதை 


    வானிற் பறக்கின்ற புள்ளெலாநான்
    All birds flying in the sky, I am

    மண்ணிற் றிரியும் விலங்கெலாநான்
    All beasts roaming the sands, I am

    கானிழல் வளரு மரமெலாநான்
    All shady trees growing in forests, I am

    காற்றும் புனலுங் கடலுமேநான்.
    Winds, floods, seas, I am


    விண்ணிற் றெரிகின்ற மீனெலாநான்
    All stars that burn in the sky, I am

    வெட்ட வெளியின் விரிவெலாநான்
    All the expanse of empty space, I am

    மண்ணிற் கிடக்கும் புழுவெலாநான்
    All worms that lie on land, I am

    வாரியி லுள்ள வுயிரெலாநான்.
    All life forms inside water, I am

    கம்ப னிசைத்த கவியெலாநான்
    All poems written by Kamban, I am

    காருகர் தீட்டு முருவெலாநான்
    All imagery created by painters, I am

    இம்பர் வியக்கின்ற மாட கூடம்
    Mansions and halls that induce awe in people

    எழினகர் கோபுரம் யாவுமேநான்.
    Towers of the beautiful city, I am


    இன்னிசைமாத ரிசையுளேனான்
    Inside the sweet music of women, I am

    இன்பத் திரள்க ளனைத்துமேநான்
    All accumulations of joy, I am

    புன்னிலை மாந்தர்தம் பொய்யெலாநான்
    All lies of wretched people, I am

    பொறையருந் துன்பப் புணர்ப்பெலாநான்.
    All bonds of pain and impatience, I am


    மந்திரங் கோடி யியக்குவோனான்
    Operator of a million spells, I am

    இயங்கு பொருளி னியல்பெலாநான்
    All nature of things that operate, I am

    தந்திரங் கோடி சமைத்துளோனான்
    Creator of a million tricks, I am

    சாத்திர வேதங்கள் சாற்றினோனான்.
    Teacher of Sastras and Vedas, I am


    அண்டங்கள் யாவையு மாக்கினோனான்
    Maker of all universes, I am

    அவைபிழை யாமே சுழற்றுவோனான்
    Spinner of them flawlessly, I am

    கண்டநற் சக்திக் கணமெலாநான்
    All star formations that limit energies, I am

    காரண மாகிக் கதித்துளோனான்.
    The cause and the knower, I am


    நானெனும் பொய்யை நடத்துவோனான்
    Conductor of the illusion called me, I am

    ஞானச் சுடர்வானிற் செல்லுவோனான்
    Traveler in the bright sky of wisdom, I am

    ஆன பொருள்க ளனைத்தினு மொன்றாய்
    Unifying everything created

    அறிவாய் விளங்கு முதற்சோதி நான்.
    The first light of knowledge, I am

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    Invictus – William Ernest Henley 

    “Invictus” is an adjective in Latin meaning ‘unconquerable’. Here are the reasons why Invictus is a powerful  poem.


    1. Out of the night that covers me,
      Black as the pit from pole to pole,
      I thank whatever gods may be
      For my unconquerable soul.

      In the first four lines we understand that there is pitch black darkness disguised as a gloomy problem or despair and there seems to be no way out of it. He ‘prays’ to the gods in most agnostic way possible by saying ‘whatever gods may be’. But even as he prays, he doesn’t ask for strength to deal with the crisis looming overhead, he simply thanks them for the strength he already has. That itself is an indication of how is soul is invincible.

    2. In the fell clutch of circumstance
      I have not winced nor cried aloud.
      Under the bludgeonings of chance
      My head is bloody, but unbowed.

      The second stanza stands tall and continues to tell the tale of a courageous soul that never complained once in the wake of difficult circumstances; a soul that never flinched once even as the problems were staring into its eyes. The power is demonstrated as the poet writes ‘ bloody, but unbowed’ which tells us that he’d rather endure the beating than call for a surrender.

    3. Beyond this place of wrath and tears
      Looms but the Horror of the shade,
      And yet the menace of the years
      Finds and shall find me unafraid.

      I know that I am living a life filled with constant threats and I know that the future holds a greater problem (death, perhaps). But I know that all the troubles I have sustained over the years have prepared me to face what lies ahead.

    4. It matters not how strait the gate,
      How charged with punishments the scroll,
      I am the master of my fate:
      I am the captain of my soul.

      The meaning of ‘strait gate’  is judgement day and even then, he recognizes no one but himself as his own master. Only he can decide what is to be done with his soul and hence, his fate. This is makes it evident that he has strong will.

    The poem continues to inspire many because of the feeling it incites that you alone can control your fate, you alone know what is best for you and you alone know which path you choose. It is a poem that’s strong at heart and strong-headed.

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    Moko Kahan Dhundhere Bande – मोको कहां ढूढे रे बन्दे 


    मोको कहां ढूंढे रे बंदे
    Moko Kahan Dhundhere Bande
    Where are you searching for me, Oh Servant,

    मैं तो तेरे पास में
    Mein To Tere Paas Mein
    I am with you

    ना तीर्थ मे ना मूर्त में
    Na Teerath Mein, Na Moorat Mein
    Not in holy pilgrims, Not in images,

    ना एकान्त निवास में
    Na Ekant Niwas Mein
    Not in solitary living

    ना मंदिर में ना मस्जिद में
    Na Mandir Mein, Na Masjid Mein
    Not in a temple, not in a mosque,

    ना काबे कैलास में
    Na Kabe Kailas Mein
    Not in Kabas or Kailash

    ना मैं जप में ना मैं तप में
    Na Mein Jap Mein, Na Mein Tap Mein
    Not in praying, not in meditation,

    ना मैं बरत उपास में
    Na Mein Barat Upaas Mein
    Not in ritual fasting

    ना मैं किर्या कर्म में रहता
    Na Mein Kiriya Karm Mein Rehta
    Nor I live in action or karma

    नहिं जोग सन्यास में
    Nahin Jog Sanyas Mein
    Neither in yoga or renunciation

    नहिं प्राण में नहिं पिंड में
    Nahin Pran Mein Nahin Pind Mein
    Not in life force, Not in the flesh of body,

    ना ब्रंह्याण्ड आकाश में
    Na Brahmand Akas Mein
    Not in universe or sky

    ना मैं प्रकति प्रवार गुफा में
    Na Mein Prakuti Prawar Gufa Mein
    Not in the womb of nature,

    नहिं स्वांसों की स्वांस में
    Nahin Swasan Ki Swans Mein
    Not in the breath of the breath

    खोजि होए तुरत मिल जाउं
    Khoji Hoye Turat Mil Jaoon
    Search and I can be found quickly

    इक पल की तालाश में
    Ik Pal Ki Talas Mein
    In a moment of search

    कहत कबीर सुनो भई साधो
    Kahet Kabir Suno Bhai Sadho
    Says Kabir, listen brethren holy men,

    मैं तो हूँ विश्वास में
    Mein To Hun Viswas Mein
    I exist in faith

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    Jo Dise So To Hai Nahin,
    What is seen is not the Truth

    Hai So Kaha Na Jayee
    What is cannot be said

    Bin Dekhe Parteet Na Aave,
    Trust comes not without seeing

    Kahe Na Koyee Patiyana
    Nor understanding without words

    Samajh Hoye To Rabeen Cheenho,
    The wise comprehends with knowledge

    Achraj Hoye Ayana
    To the ignorant it is but a wonder

    Koi Dhyave Nirakar Ko,
    Some worship the formless God

    Koi Dhyave Aakaara
    Some worship His various forms

    Ja Bidhi In Dono Te Nyara,
    In what way He is beyond these attributes

    Jane Jananhara
    Only the Knower knows

    Woh Raag To Likhia Na Jayee
    That music cannot be written

    Matra Lakhe Na Kana
    How can then be the notes

    Kahat Kabir So Padhe Na Parlay, Surat Nirat Jin Jana
    Says Kabir, awareness alone will overcome illusion


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    Six honest serving men – Rudyard Kipling 

    I keep six honest serving-men
    They taught me all I knew;
    Their names are What and Why and When
    And How and Where and Who.
    I send them over land and sea,
    I send them east and west;
    But after they have worked for me,
    I give them all a rest.

    This stanza is about the author’s way of learning about the world. His “serving men” are the questions he asks of the things around him: “what?” “why?” “when?” “how?” “where?” and “who?” These “men”/questions are honest because this is the best way to objectively learn the truth. The speaker seems open to learning new things and seeking the truth. He does put the word “knew” in the past tense, though, and says that he gives the questioning “a rest,” which leads us to the next stanza.

    I let them rest from nine till five,
    For I am busy then,
    As well as breakfast, lunch, and tea,
    For they are hungry men.

    In these four lines, the speaker essentially says that his questioning brain doesn’t actually function anymore, but is pretty much always “resting.” He no longer questions at all; he simply accepts his foundation of knowledge and does not challenge new claims or information as they come along. This is a satirical way of criticizing adults who become complacent about the world around them and become entirely “busy” and caught up in the motions of the daily grind without stopping to think about the significance of their actions or the events of the world around them.

    But different folk have different views;
    I know a person small—
    She keeps ten million serving-men,
    Who get no rest at all!

    She sends’em abroad on her own affairs,
    From the second she opens her eyes—
    One million Hows, two million Wheres,
    And seven million Whys!

    The second half of the second stanza and the final stanza are both talking about the refreshing curiosity of children. The speaker says he has become too lazy to take an active interest in the world around him, but his daughter (or some little girl he knows) has not. She is always looking around her and asking questions. This is like the two-year-old who can’t seem to stop asking “but why?” Saying that “different folk have different views” suggests that the speaker sees the child’s young toddler perspective as equal to his own, perhaps even superior.

    Overall, the poem is a reflection on the wisdom of children (who see the world around them with fresh eyes) and the stagnation of the adult spirit as life goes on.


    • Tariq 214536 on 20170726 Permalink

      Rhyming word in third fourth stanza y

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    Kya Karega Pyar Woh – क्या करेगा प्यार वह 

    क्या करेगा प्यार वह भगवान को?
    Kya karega pyar woh bhagwan ko?
    What love can he give to God?

    क्या करेगा प्यार वह ईमान को ?
    Kya kareha pyar woh eemaan ko?
    What love can he give to Religion?

    जन्म लेकर गोद में इन्सान की
    Janm lekar godh mein insaan ki
    Being born in the lap of a human

    प्यार कर पाया न जो इन्सान को ।
    Pyar kar paaya na jo insaan ko
    He who cannot love the human kind

    -Gopal Das Neeraj

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    A New Year’s Greeting – Reverend William D. Smith 

    Text below was printed in a religious periodical called “The Christian Work and Evangelist” in January 1904.

    I wish you Health enough to make work a pleasure;
    Wealth enough to supply all necessary needs;
    Grit enough to battle with difficulty and overcome it;
    Grace enough to confess your sins and forsake them;
    and Patience enough to toil until some good is accomplished.

    I wish you a Cheerfulness that shall make others glad;
    a Charity that shall see some good in your neighbor;
    a Love that shall move you to be useful and helpful;
    a Faith that shall make real the things of God;
    and a Hope that shall remove all anxious fear concerning the Future.

    I wish you the Dignity which befits the children of God;
    the Humility which is needed in every follower of Christ;
    the Prayerfulness which develops and enriches the soul;
    the Push and Progress which were manifested in the life and labors of our Saviour;
    and the Piety and Perseverance which come from the abiding presence and influence of the Divine Spirit.

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    The Rock – T.S. Eliot 

    The Eagle soars in the summit of Heaven,
    The Hunter with his dogs pursues his circuit.

    O perpetual revolution of configured stars,
    O perpetual recurrence of determined seasons,
    O world of spring and autumn, birth and dying!

    The endless cycle of idea and action,
    Endless invention, endless experiment,
    Brings knowledge of motion, but not of stillness;
    Knowledge of speech, but not of silence;
    Knowledge of words, and ignorance of the Word.
    All our knowledge brings us nearer to death,
    But nearness to death no nearer to God.

    Where is the Life we have lost in living?
    Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge?
    Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?

    The cycles of heaven in twenty centuries
    Brings us farther from God and nearer to the Dust.
    The lot of man is ceaseless labor,
    Or ceaseless idleness, which is still harder,
    Or irregular labour, which is not pleasant.

    I have trodden the winepress alone, and I know
    That it is hard to be really useful, resigning
    The things that men count for happiness, seeking
    The good deeds that lead to obscurity, accepting
    With equal face those that bring ignominy,
    The applause of all or the love of none.

    All men are ready to invest their money
    But most expect dividends.
    I say to you: Make perfect your will.
    I say: take no thought of the harvest,
    But only of proper sowing.

    The world turns and the world changes,
    But one thing does not change.
    In all of my years, one thing does not change,
    However you disguise it, this thing does not change:
    The perpetual struggle of Good and Evil.


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    The Tables Turned – William Wordsworth 

    Up! up! my Friend, and quit your books;
    Or surely you’ll grow double:
    Up! up! my Friend, and clear your looks;
    Why all this toil and trouble?

    The sun above the mountain’s head,
    A freshening lustre mellow
    Through all the long green fields has spread,
    His first sweet evening yellow.

    Books! ’tis a dull and endless strife:
    Come, hear the woodland linnet,
    How sweet his music! on my life,
    There’s more of wisdom in it.

    And hark! how blithe the throstle sings!
    He, too, is no mean preacher:
    Come forth into the light of things,
    Let Nature be your teacher.

    She has a world of ready wealth,
    Our minds and hearts to bless—
    Spontaneous wisdom breathed by health,
    Truth breathed by cheerfulness.

    One impulse from a vernal wood
    May teach you more of man,
    Of moral evil and of good,
    Than all the sages can.

    Sweet is the lore which Nature brings;
    Our meddling intellect
    Mis-shapes the beauteous forms of things:—
    We murder to dissect.

    Enough of Science and of Art;
    Close up those barren leaves;
    Come forth, and bring with you a heart
    That watches and receives.

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    If – Rudyard Kipling 

    If you can keep your head when all about you
    Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
    If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
    But make allowance for their doubting too;
    If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
    Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
    Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
    And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

    If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
    If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
    If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
    And treat those two impostors just the same;
    If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
    Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
    Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
    And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

    If you can make one heap of all your winnings
    And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
    And lose, and start again at your beginnings
    And never breathe a word about your loss;
    If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
    To serve your turn long after they are gone,
    And so hold on when there is nothing in you
    Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

    If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
    Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
    If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
    If all men count with you, but none too much;
    If you can fill the unforgiving minute
    With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
    Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
    And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

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    Koi nahi paraya – No one is a stranger 

    In 2006, I reproduced a part of this poem from http://karthiksn.wordpress.com/poems/ simply because Google did not have a second reference to it. Sadly, there still isn’t a translation of this beautiful poem available to date.

    I had known earlier about Gopal Das. But I hadn’t read this particular poem till then.

    I have made several corrections to the original post so as to reflect the true meaning of the poem in English.


    कोई नहीं पराया, मेरा घर सारा संसार है।
    Koi nahi paraya, mera ghar sara sansar hai
    No one is a stranger, the whole world is my home

    मैं ना बँधा हूँ देश काल की जंग लगी जंजीर में
    Mein na bandha hoon desh kaal ki zang lagi zangir mein
    I am not tied in the rusted chains of country and time

    मैं ना खड़ा हूँ जाति−पाति की ऊँची−नीची भीड़ में
    Mein na khada hoon jaati paati ki unchi nichi bhid mein
    I am not standing in the crowd of caste and creed differences

    मेरा धर्म ना कुछ स्याही−शब्दों का सिर्फ गुलाम है
    Mera dharm na kuch syahishabdo ka sirf gulam hain
    My faith is not just a slave of words written by ink

    मैं बस कहता हूँ कि प्यार है तो घट−घट में राम है
    Mein bas kehta hoon ki pyar hain to ghat ghat mein ram hain
    I am only saying that if there is love, God is in every heart

    मुझ से तुम ना कहो कि मंदिर−मस्जिद पर मैं सर टेक दूँ
    Mujse tum na kaho ki mandir-masjid par mein sar tek doon
    You should not tell me to rest my head in a temple or mosque

    मेरा तो आराध्य आदमी− देवालय हर द्वार है
    Mera to aaradhya aadmi, devalay har dvar hain
    To me the human is worthy of worship and every door is my place of worship

    कोई नहीं पराया मेरा घर सारा संसार है ।।
    Koi nahi paraya,mera ghar sara sansar hain
    No one is a stranger, the whole world is my home


    कहीं रहे कैसे भी मुझको प्यारा यह इन्सान है,
    Kahin rahe kaise bhi mujhko pyara yeh insaan hai
    Wherever they live, however, this human kind is dear to me

    मुझको अपनी मानवता पर बहुत-बहुत अभिमान है,
    Mujhko apni maanavta par bahut bahut abhimaan hai
    I am very very proud of my humanity

    अरे नहीं देवत्व मुझे तो भाता है मनुजत्व ही,
    Arey nahin devatv, mujhe to bhaata hai manujatv hee
    Not divinity, I have a liking to only humanity

    और छोड़कर प्यार नहीं स्वीकार सकल अमरत्व भी,
    Aur chod kar pyar nahi sweekar sakal amaratv bhi
    In the absence of love, even eternal immortality is not acceptable

    मुझे सुनाओ तुम न स्वर्ग-सुख की सुकुमार कहानियाँ,
    Mujhe sunao tum na swarg ki sukumar kahaniyaan
    Dont you make me hear beautiful stories of heaven and pleasure

    मेरी धरती सौ-सौ स्वर्गों से ज्यादा सुकुमार है।
    Meri dharti sau sau swargon se zyada sukumar hai
    My earth is more beautiful than hundred hundreds of heavens

    कोई नहीं पराया मेरा घर सारा संसार है ।।
    Koi nahi paraya mera ghar saara sansaar hai
    No one is a stranger, the whole world is my home


    मुझे मिली है प्यास विषमता का विष पीने के लिए,
    Mujhe mili hai pyaas vishamtha ka vish peene ke liye
    I have the thirst to drink up the poison of discrimination

    मैं जन्मा हूँ नहीं स्वयँ-हित, जग-हित जीने के लिए,
    Main janma hoon nahin svayam hith, jag hith jeene ke liye
    I am not born for my cause, but to live for the welfare of the world

    मुझे दी गई आग कि इस तम को मैं आग लगा सकूँ,
    Mujhe dee gayi aag ki is tam ko main aag laga sakoon
    I was given fire so that I can set fire to the darkness

    गीत मिले इसलिए कि घायल जग की पीड़ा गा सकूँ,
    Geet mile isliye ki ghaayal jag kee peeda gaa sakoon
    Songs were given so that I can sing the pain of the world that is wounded

    मेरे दर्दीले गीतों को मत पहनाओ हथकड़ी,
    Mere dardeele geeton ko mat pehnao hathkadi
    Don’t make my painful songs wear handcuffs

    मेरा दर्द नहीं मेरा है, सबका हाहाकार है ।
    Mera dard nahi mera hai, sabka haahaakaar hai
    The pain I have is not mine, it is the loud lamentation of everyone

    कोई नहीं पराया मेरा घर सारा संसार है ।।
    Koi nahi paraya mera ghar saara sansaar hai
    No one is a stranger, the whole world is my home

    मैं सिखलाता हूँ कि जिओ और जीने दो संसार को,
    Main sikhlaata hoon ki jeeyo aur jeene do sansaar ko
    I teach that you should live and let the world live

    जितना ज्यादा बाँट सको तुम बाँटो अपने प्यार को,
    Jitna zyada baant sako tum baanto apne pyaar ko
    How much ever you could give, give away your love

    ह‌ँसो इस तरह, हँसे तुम्हारे साथ दलित यह धूल भी,
    Haso is tarah, hasen tumhare saath dalit yeh dhool bhi
    Laugh such that, the even the lowly dust will laugh with you

    चलो इस तरह कुचल न जाये पग से कोई शूल भी,
    Chalo is tarah kuchal ne jaaye pag se koi shool bhi
    Walk in such a way that your feet do not trample upon even a thorn

    सुख न तुम्हारा सुख केवल जग का भी उसमें भाग है,
    Sukh na tumhara sukh keval jag ka bhi usme bhaag hai
    Happiness is not yours alone, the world has a part in it

    फूल डाल का पीछे, पहले उपवन का श्रृंगार है।
    Phool daal ka peeche, pehle upvan ka shringaar hai
    Flower is behind the bough, first is the adornment of the grove

    कोई नहीं पराया मेरा घर सारा संसार है ।।
    Koi nahi paraya mera ghar saara sansaar hai
    No one is a stranger, the whole world is my home


    • karthiksn 173703 on 20060922 Permalink

      Well, you did the same mistake as me though I forgot to type ‘am’ i wrote ‘m’ in second,third and fifth line.

      It’s good to see others also like this poem.

    • Chenthil 055855 on 20060923 Permalink

      Yes, no one is a stranger. Did you spend time sometime in Tuticorin as Ammonia Operations Engineer? If so, you know me as Chen from Inspection.

    • Dr. Sheeja 205300 on 20110618 Permalink

      Really no one is a stranger.
      I like this nice and meaningful poem.

    • karan veer 170027 on 20120410 Permalink

      nice poem against discrimination

    • navjot 201203 on 20120422 Permalink

      no one in strange because it is a nice poem aganst dis crimination.i am navjot. class vii D

    • aparna 194621 on 20120902 Permalink

      why there is no full poem

    • sakshi 165354 on 20141217 Permalink

      Its such a beautiful and touching poem:):):)..I loved it….its just that its not full and I needed the meaning in hindi 🙁

    • Priya 075440 on 20150126 Permalink

      Complete the poem

    • biji 111942 on 20150527 Permalink

      Excellent poem Pls translate other 3 paragraph of thos poem would be greatful

    • Kavi Mahesh 221221 on 20170907 Permalink

      Excellent work loved it!! Thanks

    • Ayush patil 121839 on 20171101 Permalink

      Nice poem

    • nandini 121101 on 20171224 Permalink

      its a nice poem an very true …….but i needed the meaning of poem in hindi

    • Hari Prasad 112414 on 20180408 Permalink

      AWESOME POEM. It helped me with my hindi homework

    • SAADIA 090830 on 20180415 Permalink

      Nice poem

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