Nee Amrutadhaare

A few months ago, I listened to my second Kannada song and liked it instanly. I was told that the lyrics of the song were very sweet. Now that I have them with me, I can certainly say that that was an understatement.

nee Amrutadhaare, koTi januma jategaati
[Oh, my fountain of nectar! You are my partner for a crore lives]

nee Amrutadhaare, ihaku, paraku sangaati
[You are my partner both in this mortal world, and the one beyond]

nee illavaadare naa hege baaLali?
[How can I live without you?]


hey, preeti huDuga, koTi januma jategaara
[My love! You are my partner for a crore lives]

hey, preeti huDuga, nanna baaLa kathegaara
[You are the author of (the book of) my life]

hee illavaadare naa hege baaLali?
[How can I live without you?]



nenapideye modala noTa, nenapideye modala sparsha
[Do you remember the first sight, and the first touch?]

nenapideye mattanu tanda aa modala chumbana
[Do you remember the intoxication that the first kiss brought us?]


nenapideye modala kanasu, nenapideye modala munisu
[Do you remember the first dreams, and the first act of being upset?]

nenapideye kambani tumbi neenitta saantvana….
[Remember the solace you brought to me with tear-filled eyes…..]

nee illavaadare naa hege baaLali?
[How can I live without you?]


nee Amrutadhaare, koTi januma jategaati
nee Amrutadhaare, ihaku, paraku sangaati
nee Amrutadhaare...



nenapideye modala sarasa, Nenapideye modala virasa
[Do you remember the first prank, and the first feeling of separation?]

nenapideye modalu tanda sambhramada kaaNike
[Remember the first gift you brought with all jubiliation?]


nenapideye modala kavaNa, Nenapideye modala payaNa
[Remember the first poem, and the first walk we had together?]

nenapideye modala dinada bharavaseya aasare…..
[Remember the feeling of assurance you offered on the first day (we met)….]

nee illavaadare naa hege baaLali?
[How can I live without you?]


hey, preeti huDuga, koTi januma jategaara
nee Amrutadhadhaare, ihaku, paraku sangaati
nee illavaadare naa hege baaLali?

nee Amrutadhaare...

आभार

जिस-जिस से पथ पर स्नेह मिला, उस-उस राही को धन्यवाद।

जीवन अस्थिर अनजाने ही, हो जाता पथ पर मेल कहीं
सीमित पग डग, लम्बी मंज़िल, तय कर लेना कुछ खेल नहीं
दाएँ-बाएँ सुख-दुख चलते, सम्मुख चलता पथ का प्रसाद

जिस-जिस से पथ पर स्नेह मिला, उस-उस राही को धन्यवाद।

साँसों पर अवलम्बित काया, जब चलते-चलते चूर हुई
दो स्नेह-शब्द मिल गये, मिली नव स्फूर्ति, थकावट दूर हुई
पथ के पहचाने छूट गये, पर साथ-साथ चल रही याद

जिस-जिस से पथ पर स्नेह मिला, उस-उस राही को धन्यवाद।

जो साथ न मेरा दे पाये, उनसे कब सूनी हुई डगर?
मैं भी न चलूँ यदि तो क्या, राही मर लेकिन राह अमर
इस पथ पर वे ही चलते हैं, जो चलने का पा गये स्वाद

जिस-जिस से पथ पर स्नेह मिला, उस-उस राही को धन्यवाद।

कैसे चल पाता यदि न मिला होता मुझको आकुल अंतर?
कैसे चल पाता यदि मिलते, चिर-तृप्ति अमरता-पूर्ण प्रहर!
आभारी हूँ मैं उन सबका, दे गये व्यथा का जो प्रसाद

जिस-जिस से पथ पर स्नेह मिला, उस-उस राही को धन्यवाद।

-शिवमंगल सिंह 'सुमन'

Small gratifications

At the highest point in Tarifa there is an old fort, built by the Moors. From atop its walls, one can catch a glimpse of Africa. Melchizedek, the king of Salem, sat on the wall of the fort that afternoon, and felt the levanter blowing in his face. The sheep fidgeted nearby, uneasy with their new owner and excited by so much change. All they wanted was food and water.

Melchizedek watched a small ship that was plowing its way out of the port. He would never again see the boy, just as he had never seen Abraham again after having charged him his one-tenth fee. That was his work.

The gods should not have desires, because they don’t have destinies. But the king of Salem hoped desperately that the boy would be successful.

It’s too bad that he’s quickly going to forget my name, he thought. I should have repeated it for him. Then when he spoke about me he would say that I am Melchizedek, the king of Salem.

He looked to the skies, feeling a bit abashed, and said, “I know it’s the vanity of vanities, as you said, my Lord. But an old king sometimes has to take some pride in himself.”

-The Alchemist (Paulo Coelho)

Home is where the sad stories are

The trip down the memory lane was painful. Inspiring too.
Learning the lessons has always been painful. Inspiring too.

इंतज़ार की रात

उमड़ते आते हैं शाम के साये
दम-ब-दम बढ़ रही है तारीकी
एक दुनिया उदास है लेकिन
कुछ से कुछ सोचकर दिल-ए-वहशी

मुस्कुराने लगा है - जाने क्यों?

वो चला कारवाँ सितारों का
झूमता नाचता सू-ए-मंज़िल
वो उफ़क़ की जबीं दमक उट्ठी
वो फ़ज़ा मुस्कुराई लेकिन दिल

डूबता जा रहा है - जाने क्यों?

-इब्ने इंशा (~१९४५)

Just Married

रूठ के मुँह ना मोड़ियो
आँख मिलाई के बोल
पेंच पड़े ना बात में
मन के भेद को खोल

साँचा रिश्ता तभी चले
बीच में भेद ना होय
जीभ पे कड़वा लागे तो
सुर में अमरित घोल

साथ साथ ही पग मुड़ें
राह मुड़े जिस ओर
प्रेम पतंग चढ़ती रहे
थामे रखियो डोर

रहिमन धागा प्रेम का
मत तोड़ो चटकाय
टूटे से फिर ना मिले*
मिले गाँठ पड़ि जाय
-गुलज़ार

*टूटे तो फिर ना जुटे
जुटे गांठ पड़ि जाय
(अब्दुल रहीम खानखाना)

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