meray parmaatma,
jehDi aatmaN tooN mainu ditti hai
sub dhooaaN hi dhooaaN hai
pyaar dian jaldian yaaaastaN da
jo kaddi khatam nahin honda ay.
jis pal saada janam honda hai
yaadaaN nu ansi jalaana shuroo karday haaN
tay jalaanday hi jalaanday rehnday haaN
jad tak dhooaaN dhoNain di hi tarah
khatam nahin ho jaanda ay.
***
My God, the Soul
My God, the soul
you gave me
is smoke -
from never ending burnings
of memories of love.
The minute we are born
we start burning them
and so on
until the smoke
dies, like smoke.
-Yehuda Amichai
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