Infatuation (Sam-Moh)by Denise Mair In Hindi/Urdu Translation Poem by Ravi Kopra

Sam-moh kisi se ho jaana
ek lens ki tarah hota hai
jis main tumain har cheez
bikhri shabnam main dikhti hai
maano k brahamaand ki pehli subah ka
ye koi ang hai jo ujjalay ko jaan de raha hai
ya koi ye ek draar hai
jo kisi k androoni jeevan ka ithaas hai.
Aur fir achanak hi tum (deewaanay huay)is main uDtay ho
aur do ghaateeoN ki goonjti awaazaiN suntay ho.
Geetkaar (aashik/aashika)ka sureela gaana fir aisay lagta hai
k kahin vo is duniya ka na ho.

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Poem by Denis Mair

Infatuation is like a lens
You see things spangled with dew
As if at the dawn of creation
A organ for metabolizing light
A crack suddenly opens to reveal
The canyon of someone's inner history
Then suddenly you're flying over it
Depths of two canyons are trading echoes
A singer flexing the muscles of her voice
Sounds like something out of this world.
Denis Mair