Memory Of My Father (by Patrick Kavanagh)
मेरे पिता की याद (मूल कवि: पेट्रिक कवनाग)
Hindi Translation by Rajnish Manga
हिंदी अनुवाद रजनीश मंगा द्वारा
किसी बुज़ुर्ग को देखते ही
मुझे मेरे पिता याद आ जाते हैं
जब उन्हें मौत से इश्क़ हुआ था
यह तब की बात है जब अनाज की कटाई हुई थी.
वह शख्स जिसे मैंने गार्डनर स्ट्रीट पर देखा था
जिसे चलते हुये पटरी पर ठोकर लगी थी,
उसने अधखुली आँखों से मुझे यूँ देखा था,
जैसे मैं उसका बेटा होऊं.
मुझे याद है उस संगीतकार की
जो वायलिन बजाते हुए गिर पड़े थे
लंदन के बेवाटर इलाके के एक कार्यक्रम में
उसने भी मुझे उसी अंदाज़ से देखा था.
किसी भी वृद्ध व्यक्ति को देखते ही
मुझे अक्तूबर का मौसम याद आ जाता है
जैसे वो मुझसे कह रहा हो:
"मैं कभी तुम्हारा पिता था."
We can have all kinds of thoughts when we see old men stumbling along, including a fantasy that we are their son. Very imaginative poem.
A straightforward, emotional poem, an elegy. It is a new concept to me that old men you see look just like your late father.
Exactly. I think a generation which respects the the people of older generation will make a huge difference in the society through better inter-personal relationships.
Very subtle thought, not a run-of-the-mill poem about a deceased father. I know exactly where he is coming from.
I too had the same feeling when I read this poem for the first time. It's emotional feel inspired me to do its translation. Thanks for the feedback.
CONTD...one day he must have thought today was the best day it was 5th of May
Very emotional and heart-touching account of your father whom you remember with fondness- RIP Dear Father. Thank you so much for sharing the moments of your personal life with us, Dear Poet Friend.
NICE memory of a father's life... I had the opportunity of living with him only for first fifteen years... then ere he died...add on another two years... Yes I did love him a poor fellow was he trusted every fool thinking every one is like a ''GULAB KA PHOOL''-a ROSE So one day when he arose the sun had not risen yet in the darkest corner of his home for eternal peace did he rest must have tried his best and to God left the rest was thirsty of meeting him
It's really very sad that your father left this world so early- about 40 years ago. Your words give him a perfect description- a poor fellow was he.... trusted every fool. My father too was cast in the same mould, Perhaps every thing has changed over the years.
अति उत्तम, बहुत खूब, आपने हिंदी विश्लेषण में जान दाल दी, यह एक पिता को समर्पित बेहतरीन कविता है, मज़ा आगे इसे पढ़ कर.... राजनीशजी का जवाब नहीं