MY KASHMIRI POEM AND ENGLISH TRANSLATION " LESSON FROM THE HERMIT, THE COW , THE DOG AND THE BIRDS '

                                                                                 

                                                                          ( Photo clicked by Sandeep Mota )

 Here is the poem..

(Sabak   )

Ba’rra  tal  Aav Saniyassya Vaenn Vaenn

Alakh Niranajan kra’kh Laayaan..

Kho’rr Thikrovun

Assi Ko’dd  Athha Fo’ll

Tomullla  Teela

Aas Tchetuss Zunn Tamie  Vizi Kyaa taam

Nazraa karnuss

Pokk  Paanus …

Pataa Aayi Gaava

Gobb Gobb Paana

Haerri Kijj Hisha Aasuss Zang’a Tchoshavaai ,

Dulnaavaan Lithhanaavaan Paanus

Baasaan Ouss zunn

Vienn Peyi Vienn Peyi

Bat’ah  Teera Tchochi Joraah Traaveiss

Lobb Kunn Thhaaveiss

Mushkaa hetchunuss

Paetch Paanuss..

Pataa Pokk hoona

Laett Gilnaavaan

Pataa Bronh Paanus Nazaraa Traavan

Khorra Panjj’a  Saetienn

Dulnovun Khyaenn

Mushkaa haetchnuss

Laett Gilnaavaan

Pokk Paanuss..

Tcherri Kaavuv Tueijj  Vuff  Aessi Baraa Pyeith

Bo’nn Vaeithh

Basaan ouss Buss Vaenn Buss Vaenn

Din Thhuff Anna Daanun

Tchoechi Tukran Nienn

Pananiss aaliss

Huthh Teintaalis

Kattie sa katti Khyokh

 Vuff  Traavikh  Khaetti  Beyi Aakaashus

Saniyasiss  ya  Gaavie Ta Hoonis

Tcharrie   Kaawan Kyaa Guvv Tcheil Faakaai

Yim  Kya Tchhaaraan

Yim Kathh Laaraan

Maetti Kehn vaenituvv

Myaani jalawatani ma zaanikh ,

Zonukh ma para tschyon gomut chhuss,

Gari kodmut chhus  ,

Me ti ma chhana vaen 

Hamdardi, atharot  taslaa masharaavun

( Avtar Mota )

My English translation is as under :-

(  Lesson  )

 A hermit stamped his foot at the door and shouted:

“ Alakh Niranjan …..The formless is unstained”

 He stopped for a moment, I collected my offerings,

Rice, edible oil, etc.

Recollecting some happening,

He gave a look and walked on.

 

Then came a bulky cow, in discomfort,

Dragging herself on four thin legs,

It looked, as if,

It would fall down the very next moment.

I kept 

A lump of cooked rice and two breads at a safe place.

 

The cow smelled, left them untouched and moved on.

 Thereafter came a dog,

 Wagging its tail, looking all around,

 Pushed this foodstuff with its toes,

Smelled it,

Wagging its tail,

Left it untouched

And moved ahead.

 

Then the sparrows and the crows flew over the door,

 Gliding down,

It looked as if,

They shall soon grab and snatch

The cooked rice and the bread crumbs,

 And carry these to their nest,

 To the tree top.

They did not.

They flew away,

Soaring higher and higher into the sky.

 

What happened to the hermit,

The cow,

The dog,

The sparrows

And the crows?

 

Why did they leave, hungry,

What were they searching for?

 Did they know that I am in exile?

Did they know I am an ill-fated person,

Banished from my motherland,

Condemned to live quietly after my life’s dreams

Were snatched away and traded by my tormentors.

 Should I, too, refuse any help,

Charity or sympathy henceforth?

 

( Avtar Mota )

 

                 

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