Watching The Foxes, A Poem By Milo Gallagher In Hindustani Translation Poem by Ravi Kopra

ek laDki-maan ko kya patta
vo kaisy jeeyay apni maan bina

dukh main dhoobi huee jaanti nahin kaisay uthay
kaisay day doodh baby ko swayray swayray

aur bhi baDi batain hain jo vo nahin jaanti
kaisay banaey soup baby k liyay

kaisay karay usay mana mitti khanay k liyay
aise laDkion ko sub laDkay istmael kartay hain

uski maan dhoobi hui hai apni purani kar-tootoN main
likha nahin kuch jaata us k barey main

darwaza bund kar baithi hue hai apnay us ghar main
jis ka hai ek aur darwaza-bund-kamra kamray ke peecHay

***
the original

THE YOUNG MOTHER does not know how to live
without a mother. Shipwrecked by grief,

she can barely wake herself, feed the baby.
There's still so much she doesn't know—

the recipe for meatball soup, or how to make the baby
stop eating dirt. They never did get a good volley

going on the tennis court.
Her mother is pages of a sunken diary,

waterlogged, ink bleeding everywhere.
Her mother is a locked door with another door behind it.