Phi Hoàng: Return (Wapis Karna) In Hindi/Urdu Translation Poem by Ravi Kopra

Phi Hoàng: Return (Wapis Karna) In Hindi/Urdu Translation

Muje wapis kar denay do
sooraj ki roshni akaash ko
baadal, pahaDon ko
zindgi, farigi ko

Muje wapis kar denay do
sub pyaar anant kaal ko:
nanga, thanda, khaali jo hai
khamosh chaand ki raah ki tarah

Bina chah k dekhtay huay
kismat main ab kuch nahin raha
muje wapis kar denay do
sub bhoj waqt k dher ko

Main chalti hoon hawaa k peecHay
paunch jaati hoon akaash main
main chalti hoon paani k peecHay
paunch jaati hoon jharnoN main

Mera dil khul jaata hai
main wapis aa jaati hoon
sagar ki ek lehar bani
ruk jaati hoon kinaaray pe

Ab jo kuch bhi bacha hai
- ye aadha doha -
main is ko wapis kar rehi hoon
phooloN k pauday sar sar karnay main
ab lagay hain dariya k kinaray pe

Main baithi hui hoon
dard apna door kar rehi hoon
Tathātā, tuj main koi rung nahin raha
ab ye sub shud hai

- -

PHI HOÀNG
Return
TRANSLATED from Vietnamese BY O MAYEUX

Let me return the sunlight to the sky,
the cloud to the mountain, this life to the void.

Let me return this love to eternity:
bare, cold, empty, as the moon's silent course.

Reluctantly, watching fate fade away,
let me return these burdens to the heap of time.

I follow the wind, returning to heaven,
I follow the water, returning to the cascades.

My heart open wide, I return,
a wave in the ocean's vastness, a breaker at the shore.

Now, all that is left - this half stanza -
I return it all, the rushes rustle at the riverbank.

I sit
I brush off my pain
Tathātā
Colourless
The colour of clarity

Thursday, September 17, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: hindi,sorrow
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
"Phi Hoàng (b.1954)is a Vietnamese poet, mother and retired school- teacher. Phi's childhood love for poetry was tragically cut short during the Vietnam War, following the death of her parents and separation from her younger siblings. After many years working hard to raise her family and as a schoolteacher, she developed severe rheumatoid arthritis. This removed her from all the activities that she used to do, the fierce independence that she was proud of, and many other things valuable to her sense of self. Through this struggle, she returned to poetry. She says, ‘it is only by poetry that I feel understood.'

This poem, the first of hers to be published in English, is taken from her book of the same title, Trả về chân như (literally, ‘Return to Tathātā') . In this intimate collection, distributed only to her close friends and family, she shares experience as a Vietnam War orphan, a hard-working mother, a devoted practitioner of Buddhist meditation and a woman living with disability and chronic pain."

from the Modern Poetry in Translation Web Site
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