Wednesday, March 25, 2015

SPRING BREEZE AND KASHMIRI POET LATE MOTI LAL SAQI

                                                                       
                                                                          
ALMOND TREES IN BAADAAM VAARI GARDEN  OF KASHMIR
SPRING IS IN THE AIR
( Photo Autar Mota )

The birds have again come to sit on branches , the brooks again carry down the milky waters from lofty mountains ,the earth once more warms up to life , Trees wear Green apparel , Buds once more open up , Almond blooms are simply inviting , Bubbling are the water springs ,Fragrant is the air and look how Mustard fields wait for some one to arrive .

The VEENA within , wants RAAG VASANT to be played today…. Who shall sing “Ketaki Ghulab Joohi Champak Ban Phoole” ?

Adds the poet

“Beyii phyoor sontukk Vaav
Bahaar aav bahaar Aav
Parriyuv to kor paeraav
Bahaar aav bahaar Aav…..”

(The breeze once more comes this way ,
Here comes the spring! Here comes the spring !
The fairies too dressed themselves up,
Here comes the spring! Here comes the spring !)


Shall the spring Breeze wait for some one to arrive . And Poet Moti Lal Saqi makes passionate appeal to this fleeting spring Breeze . I quote ..

Zaanh Na ba karaai Graav Hataa Vaava Ratchha Praar
Nerithh Gayii Kumm Naava Hataa Vaava Ratchha Praar
Tiem Myaaen matchhiell Dost Rasseil Yaad tarahdaar
Chhaa vaara Kinna laegg Daava Hataa Vaava Ratchha Praar
 Raavien ma Kaansie Aalmus Munz Bar Ta Panun Braandh,
Gudhrun panun Kuss Baava Hataa Vaava Ratchha Praar ........................

( Moti Lal saqi )

O Breeze ! Never shall I complain to you , Just Wait a little More .
What makes you to rush so fast ? Just Wait a little More .
Those loving friends and the varied delightful memories ,
Are they well or have been sucked in by this hell fire ,
Let me know, O Breeze! Wait a little More .
Let none in this world lose his door and the front entrance ,
Tell me to whom should I convey What befell me , O Breeze ! Wait a little More.

But Alas! Destiny had something else under its sleeves.While the spring Breeze paid no heed , Saqi left for some other world without visiting the garden.

.During those last fateful days, he kept singing his immortal lines....

Bhariev taaf halmuss...Siri Losavunn Chuss ..
( A setting sun I am,Have as Much of sun shine as you can )..

And the breeze never sought his whereabouts......

( Autar Mota )

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