jab manush ki mrityoo ho jati hai
us ka chera badal jaata hai
uski aankhaiN kisi aur tarah se dekhti hain
aur uska moonh vibhin muskrahat muskrata hai.
muje aise laga jab main ek kavi
k janazay se ghar loti.
aur is unbhav ko main ne tab se
bahut baar ajmaya hai.
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When a person dies,
his portraits change.
His eyes see differently and his mouth
smiles different smiles.
I realized this when I came back
from the funeral of a poet.
And I have verified my insight
many times since then.
-Anna Akhmatova
English translation by Lyn Coffin
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