दूर्वाचल
पार्शव गिरी का नम्र, चीडों में
डगर चढ़ती उमंगो सी.
बिछी पैरों में नदी ज्यों दर्द की रेखा.
विहग शिशु मौन नीड़ों में
मैंने आँख भर देखा.
दिया मन को दिलासा - पुनः आऊँगा
(भले ही बरस दिन - अनगिन युगों बाद!)
क्षितिज ने पलक से खोली,
तमक कर दामिनी बोली-
'अरे यायावर, रहेगा याद?'
Verdant Hill
Mountainside, bowed; among the pines
a path climbing, like rapture.
At my feet a river laid like the contour of pain.
Little birds, silent, in their nests.
I looked my fill
and consoled my heart - I will return
(even if after days, years - countless aeons!)
The horizon opened its eyelids,
a lightning flushed with anger;
'O wanderer, will you remember?'
पार्शव गिरी का नम्र, चीडों में
डगर चढ़ती उमंगो सी.
बिछी पैरों में नदी ज्यों दर्द की रेखा.
विहग शिशु मौन नीड़ों में
मैंने आँख भर देखा.
दिया मन को दिलासा - पुनः आऊँगा
(भले ही बरस दिन - अनगिन युगों बाद!)
क्षितिज ने पलक से खोली,
तमक कर दामिनी बोली-
'अरे यायावर, रहेगा याद?'
Verdant Hill
Mountainside, bowed; among the pines
a path climbing, like rapture.
At my feet a river laid like the contour of pain.
Little birds, silent, in their nests.
I looked my fill
and consoled my heart - I will return
(even if after days, years - countless aeons!)
The horizon opened its eyelids,
a lightning flushed with anger;
'O wanderer, will you remember?'
-अग्येय, Agyeya
from the book, 'New Poetry In Hindi' An Anthology
edited, translated, and introduced by Lucy Rosenstein
published by permanent black
from the book, 'New Poetry In Hindi' An Anthology
edited, translated, and introduced by Lucy Rosenstein
published by permanent black
have started reading this anthology on the new poetry on Monday. dee brought it from sahitya library as she might be doing her m. phil. in a related stream. i took interest because there were a lot of gaps in my understanding of Hindi literature, especially the one my father has not introduced me to. this book, after a long weekend full of English literature and leisure will surely enrich my little knowledge about Hindi poetry and who knows, i might be motivated enough to write more of poetry myself, from which i'd taken an unusually longish break this month.
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