John Keat's Love Letter To Fanny Brawne, A Found Poem In Hindi/Urdu Translation Poem by Ravi Kopra

Main sub kuch bhool jata hoon
lakin kabhi nahin bhoolta
tujh se milnay ko
dooba rehta hoon main
teri yaadoN main

Mujhe abhi abhi aisay laga
k dum nikal jaeyga mera jaldi se
bahut dukhi ho jaunga main
mil na saka agar marne se pehlay

Mujhe hairani hua karti thee
k log dharam pe jaan de datay hain
ye soch kar main kaampanay
lag jaya karta tha
nahin, ab aisa bilkul nahin,
main ab de sakta hoon
apni jaan dharam k liye -
mohabbat mera dharam hai -
mar jaunga main mohabbat k liye
mar jaunga main tere liye.

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I am forgetful
of every thing but
seeing you again -
my Life seems to stop there -
I see no further.
You have absorb'd me.

I have a sensation
at the present moment
as though I was dissolving -
I should be exquisitely miserable
without the hope of soon seeing you...

I have been astonished that
Men could die Martyrs for religion -
I have shudder'd at it -
I shudder no more -
I could be martyr'd for my Religion -
Love is my religion -
I could die for that -
I could die for you.

-John Keats