Sentencing (Jumla Likhna)by Jane Hirshfield In Hindi/Urdu Translation Poem by Ravi Kopra

Mukamal, bina-daag koi cheese nahin hoti
jo bhulaee nahin ja sakti:

sab se sundar ek pathar hai
jo paani se bhiga hua hai

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Betahasha roshni
ya ankhoN pe kala kapDa -
doosroN ka dukh ne dekhnay k
bahut tareekay hotay hain

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Betahasha icHaa:
hamaiN alag kar deti hai
jaisay khanay ki khushboo kahanay se
lohay ka jang lohay se

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Bahut door ya bahut paas se
pahaDoN ki pukki taihaiN
baDi susheel lagti hain

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Martay hue ki kuDkaDan
lagti hai k hum
lakDi k banay coat main
apni bahaiN daal rahay hon

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Chakkar k kisi bhi nuktay se
is ki khinchaav ho sakti hai:
khawashaaiN jo poori nahin hoteeN
khawashaoN k chakkar main paD jaati hain

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Us kamary main jahan
kabhi kuch bhi nahin hota:
khushboo tambaakoo ki boo aati hai

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BuDapay main jab haath
jukaD-mukaD jaatay hain
apnay waladaan ki yadasht kartay hain

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Khyal apne hamlay k kabal rakho
nahin to
akalay hi akalay reh jao gay

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SENTENCINGS

A thing too perfect to be remembered:
stone beautiful only when wet.

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Blinded by light or black cloth—
so many ways
not to see others suffer.

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Too much longing:

it separates us
like scent from bread,
rust from iron.

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From very far or very close—
the most resolute folds of the mountain are gentle.

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As if putting arms into woolen coat sleeves,
we listen to the murmuring dead.

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Any point of a circle is its start:
desire forgoing fulfillment to go on desiring.

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In a room in which nothing
has happened,
sweet-scented tobacco.

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The very old, hands curling into themselves, remember their parents.

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Think assailable thoughts, or be lonely.

-Jane Hirshfield