MY POEM WITH ENGLISH RENDERING.." THIS LIFE OF OURS IS LIKE A DRUNKARD'S WIFE "

                                                                                   

                                                       ( Photo ..Avtar Mota, July 2015 at Obud Bali,  Indonesia  ) 

To my latest black and white photograph, I add my Kashmiri poem.

(Ya Saen Zindagi Chhe zan Shoraeb Sinz Kolaai)

Ya Saen Zindagi chha zunn,
Shoraeib seanz kolaai.
Na Baa't kaanh
Na kaanh vatchun,
Na raash kenh
Na kaanh Natchun.
Kathhunn chha mohtaaj Aeiss,
Ratithh chha Looka'laaj Aeiss,
Dohaai Su shaam pae't ma Prae'tchh
Vuchh daggun ta neeil'a Daag.
Dohaai magar rachhithh thhaa'vien
Ma'dhier Mà'dhier ta mei'th Khwaab.
Gaash pho'll ta burr mutchur
Burr mutchur ta Raa't Ma'eish.
Tche vunn ta paai Pa'taa Panun
Ba Haei'rr hyaathh khasaai totuuyi,
Hallum Barithh sawaal Chhaemm
Jawaab Ro'ss Azaab Chhum
Azaab Chhum
Azaab Chhum..

(Autar Mota)

My simple English rendering goes as follows...
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((Our Life is like a Drunkard’s Wife)

This life of ours is like the wife of a drunkard,
Trampled, broken and silent,
Bearing blows that leave no trace but bruises on the soul.

It sings no song for us,
Offers no solace.
The dance it performs now awakens nothing,
Excites nothing,
Leaves only gloom where joy once lived.

Like the condemned,
We wait for a word, a glance, a flicker of sympathy,
While we cling to ethics,
To poise,
To fragments of a life once ours.

Ask not of the night,
The night of mauling,
Of fists pounding against our chest,
Of deep blue and red  bruises that bloom
Like spring flowers  on bare skin.

Ask not of the hiding,
The careful shielding of tender dreams from life’s endless assaults.

Daybreak comes,
And the world stirs alive.
For them, light is life.
For us, it is a moment
To open the door and forget the torment that lingers from Yesterday’s night.

Tell me my wrong,
Where did I fail?
What sin lies on my soul?

This body I wear is heavy with questions that find no answer.

Tell me, O reliever,
where are you?
I will climb any stairs,
To knock at your door,
To meet you.

I go in pain,
O reliever,

In pain that does not end.

( Avtar Mota )

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