Castile, A Poem By Louise Gluck In Hindi Translation Poem by Ravi Kopra
Castile, A Poem By Louise Gluck In Hindi Translation
santray ke peD phooloN se laday hue thay
Castille main bachay paisa maang rehe thay
main mili apnay mahoob ko ek santray k ped k neechay
kikar ka tha ya santray ka, iski yaad nahin mujay
ya kya vo mera mehmoob tha?
ye paDtay hi khawaboN main paD gayi:
kya jab sapna tootay ga to ho jaaey ga gaib mera mehboob?
San Miguel church ki ghantiaN baj rehin theN door main
bikhray hue thay us ke baal sundar cheray pe
main ne ye sapna dekha. kya ye sach nahin tha?
kya mujay sach-much mehboob se milna hai
apna sapna poora karnay k liyay?
har cheez main ne dekhi is sapnay main
ye kahani ban gayi meri kahani
main uske saath lait gayi
merey haath ne pyar karnay lagay us ke kandhoNko
dopehar chali gayi, sham a gayi
aur door se aa rehiN theN awazain chalti rail gaDi ki
lakin ye asliat na thi
asli duniya main asal main sab hoti hain batain
jo zehan seedhi samaey rehti hain
Castile: nuns joDi kiyay ek baghchay main chal rehi hain
bagichak pass hain church ki deewarain
aur bachay maang rehain hain paisay
jab main sapnay seuthi, ronay lag gayi
kya sapnay main kuch bhi nahin hai asli?
main mili the apnay mehoob ko narangi ke peD k neechay
main bhool gayi hoon kya hua asal main
par yaad hai kya dekha main ne -
wahan kuch bachay thay, ro rahey thay paisa mangtay
main ne sapnay main sab kuch dekha
aur kho gayi is sapnay main hamesha k liye
rail gadi phir humain
Madird main wapas le ayee
a wahan se fir Basque main.a
Orange blossoms blowing over Castile
children begging for coins
I met my love under an orange tree
or was it an acacia tree
or was he not my love?
I read this, then I dreamed this:
can waking take back what happened to me?
Bells of San Miguel
ringing in the distance
his hair in the shadows blond-white
I dreamed this,
does that mean it didn't happen?
Does it have to happen in the world to be real?
I dreamed everything, the story
became my story:
he lay beside me,
my hand grazed the skin of his shoulder
Mid-day, then early evening:
in the distance, the sound of a train
But it was not the world:
in the world, a thing happens finally, absolutely,
the mind cannot reverse it.
Castile: nuns walking in pairs through the dark garden.
Outside the walls of the Holy Angels
children begging for coins
When I woke I was crying,
has that no reality?
I met my love under an orange tree:
I have forgotten
only the facts, not the inference—
there were children, somewhere, crying, begging for coins
I dreamed everything, I gave myself
completely and for all time
And the train returned us
first to Madrid
then to the Basque country
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4/25/2024 7:32:08 PM # 1.0.0.1119
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