Har saal jaanay bina
vo din guzar gaya hai
jab hamesha k liyay
main khamosh ho jaaoN ga
aur ek an-thakh musafar ki tarah
chalta rahoN ga jaisay kaalay taaray ki
roshni ki aakhri kiran chalti rehti hai
Tab main is duniya main
zindgi ki ajeeb poshak pehnay
hairaani main prithvi ko na dekhooN ga
meri beevi ka pyaar mere liyay na hoga
aur na hoga behoodapan manush ka mere liyay
jaisay main ne aaj paaya hai kavita likhtay huay
teen din ki barish ka baad
ek chidiDa ka gaana suntay huay
shrada main jhuktay huay
na jaanay kis ki rehmat paatay huay
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For the Anniversary of My Death
BY W. S. MERWIN
Every year without knowing it I have passed the day
When the last fires will wave to me
And the silence will set out
Tireless traveler
Like the beam of a lightless star
Then I will no longer
Find myself in life as in a strange garment
Surprised at the earth
And the love of one woman
And the shamelessness of men
As today writing after three days of rain
Hearing the wren sing and the falling cease
And bowing not knowing to what
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