The Greater Cats (Ye Chudail Aurtain)a Poem By Victoria Sackville-West In Hindi/Urdu Translation Poem by Ravi Kopra
The Greater Cats (Ye Chudail Aurtain)a Poem By Victoria Sackville-West In Hindi/Urdu Translation
ye chuDail aurtaiN chamakati ankhon wali
ghar ki azaadi main araam se baithi hue
goo khana chati hai ghar se bahr
raat ko bhag chahti hain yaaroN ke saath
jahan bhi jab bhi une koe mauka mile, registan ho ya pahaD
lakin ho aasman khula khula khusboo se bhara taaron k saath.
khati hain, peeti hai, ghoomti rehti hain yaaroN k saath
ek yaar ka dil maar kar chun leti hai koi doosara yaar
jo kuch bhi unki samaj main ho, main sirif yehi kahoongi -
aadmi ka pyaar do din ko hota hai aur fir vo gaib ho jaata hai.
bhagti hain ye aurtain jagah jagah veerane main
jahan bhi pathron main phool khile lagte hain
anjaane main k mushkil hoga unka badalana
kha jaengi giddaiN unki haddiaN ko.
sochti hain vo bahut shakti wali hain
bhaagte hiran ko pakaD kar apni haikDi main hara dalaiN gi
vo kitini hi shakti wali hon, muje ye samaj hai-
aadmi ka pyar kshan bhar ka hota hai aur fir vo gaib ho jata hai.
hey bhagwaan, kaisi hain unki dokhay ki shaktiaN!
meri akal main mera vishvas hai, maut main nahin
pyaar hi pyaar se bhra hai is waqt mera andaaz
main ek seedhi saadhi aurat hoon
shakti bhari, fisil n jaane wali, jaldi se chalne wali, hamesha rehne wali -
main ek sher hoon, ek pahaD hoon, ek bhaDapeD hoon
patta hai muje kis disha main jana hai
patta hai muje main ne tera dil chahna hai
hey bhagwaan, muje kabhi na dikhla
un sheroN ko, baghoN ko, tandooN jaise jaanwaroN ko!
The greater cats with golden eyes
Stare out between the bars.
Deserts are there, and the different skies,
And night with different stars.
They prowl the aromatic hill,
And mate as fiercely as they kill,
To roam, to live, to drink their fill;
But this beyond their wit know I:
Man loves a little, and for long shall die.
Their kind across the desert range
Where tulips spring from stones,
Not knowing they will suffer change
Or vultures pick their bones.
Their strength's eternal in their sight,
They overtake the deer in flight,
And in their arrogance they smite;
But I am sage, if they are strong:
Man's love is transient as his death is long.
Yet oh what powers to deceive!
My wit is turned to faith,
And at this moment I believe
In love, and scout at death.
I came from nowhere, and shall be
Strong, steadfast, swift, eternally:
I am a lion, a stone, a tree,
And as the Polar star in me
Is fixed my constant heart on thee.
Ah, may I stay forever blind
With lions, tigers, leopards, and their kind.
-Victoria Sackville-West
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