Anna Akhmatova: Fifth Season Of The Year In Hindi/Urdu Translation Poem by Ravi Kopra

Saal ka paanchva mausum
apne guzarnay ki
khud hi tareef karta hai.
Azaadi se apni aakhri saans leta hai
kyon k ye sub mohabbat hai.

Aasmaan gol gol chakkar lagataa
ooper ki tarf baDaa jaata hai.
Har cheez kisi khaakay
ki tarah lagti hai.
Aur shreer fir kabhi bhi
apnay dukh ki saal girah
nahin manaata hai.

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The fifth season of the year
Eulogises only itself.
Breathe your last free breath,
Because this is - love.
The sky spirals upward.
Objects are outlined sketchfully,
And the body no longer commemorates
The anniversary of its grief.

-Anna Akhmatova

-Translated from Russian by Judith Hemschemeyer