kaghaz ki naw
raat ko sone se pahle
mujh se nanhā kah rahā thā chāñd lākhoñ miil kyūñkar duur hai
kyuuñ chamakte haiñ sitāre do ġhubāre kaalī billī kyā huī
mere hāthī ko pilāo garm paanī vo kahānī mujh ko niiñd aane lagī
The Paper Boat
nisf shab ko āte-jāte bādaloñ ke darmiyāñ
kuchh hurūf-e-nā-tavāñ
būñdiyoñ ke ruup meñ kāġhaz ke ik purze pe mere sāmne
der tak girte rahe
nazm ke naqsh-e-gurezāñ ne sitam lākhoñ sahe
an-ginat barsoñ pe phailī chashm-o-dil kī dāstāñ
raat ke pichhle-pahar kī god meñ
tez-tar hotī huī bārish ke lorī sun ke shāyad so ga.ī
Sleepy in bed, my little son asked
Difficult questions
About the moon and distant stars
His two balloons and the black cat
Prescribed a glass of warm water for his ailing elephant.
I wove a tale for his rambling mind
In the middle of it he fell fast asleep.
At midnight
Some feeble words
Like raindrops from floating clouds
Descended on a scrap of paper
In front of me
And formed the elusive impression of a poem
I thought I might create;
Towards morning, the light drizzle
Turned into a heavy downpour
The patter of rain
Like a weird lullaby
Soothed me to sleep
sub.h-dam
khil uThe chāroñ taraf bachchoñ ke rañgīñ qahqahoñ aur tāliyoñ ke shoḳh phuul
rāt-bhar kī tez bārish kī banā.ī jhiil meñ
Dagmagātī Doltī
chal rahī thiiñ chhoTī chhoTī kashtiyāñ
maiñ ne dekhā in meñ nanhe kī bhī thī pyārī sī naav
nazm kā naqsh-e-gurezāñ jānā-pahchānā sā kāġhaz jāne-pahchāne hurūf
nanhā bolā aaj jo taalī na piiTe bevaqūf
In the morning
Bright flowers
Of gay laughter and shouts of boisterous children
Blossomed everywhere
The overnight rain had formed a lake:
Small paper boats floated across its rippling waves;
The scrap of paper, the familiar words, the elusive lines,
I knew them in a glance-
raat ko sone se pahle
mujh se nanha kah raha tha chand lakhon mil kyunkar dur hai
kyun chamakte hain sitare do ghubare kali billi kya hui
mere hathi ko pilao garm pani wo kahani mujh ko nind aane lagi
The Paper Boat
nisf shab ko aate-jate baadalon ke darmiyan
kuchh huruf-e-na-tawan
bundiyon ke rup mein kaghaz ke ek purze pe mere samne
der tak girte rahe
nazm ke naqsh-e-gurezan ne sitam lakhon sahe
an-ginat barson pe phaili chashm-o-dil ki dastan
raat ke pichhle-pahar ki god mein
tez-tar hoti hui barish ke lori sun ke shayad so gai
Sleepy in bed, my little son asked
Difficult questions
About the moon and distant stars
His two balloons and the black cat
Prescribed a glass of warm water for his ailing elephant.
I wove a tale for his rambling mind
In the middle of it he fell fast asleep.
At midnight
Some feeble words
Like raindrops from floating clouds
Descended on a scrap of paper
In front of me
And formed the elusive impression of a poem
I thought I might create;
Towards morning, the light drizzle
Turned into a heavy downpour
The patter of rain
Like a weird lullaby
Soothed me to sleep
subh-dam
khil uThe chaaron taraf bachchon ke rangin qahqahon aur taliyon ke shoKH phul
raat-bhar ki tez barish ki banai jhil mein
Dagmagati Dolti
chal rahi thin chhoTi chhoTi kashtiyan
main ne dekha in mein nanhe ki bhi thi pyari si naw
nazm ka naqsh-e-gurezan jaana-pahchana sa kaghaz jaane-pahchane huruf
nanha bola aaj jo tali na piTe bewaquf
In the morning
Bright flowers
Of gay laughter and shouts of boisterous children
Blossomed everywhere
The overnight rain had formed a lake:
Small paper boats floated across its rippling waves;
The scrap of paper, the familiar words, the elusive lines,
I knew them in a glance-
- Book : Lambi Barish (Pg. 50)
- Author : Balraj Komal
- Publication : Sahitya Akademi, New Delhi (2002)
- Edition : 2002
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