Tag: English

Madhushala by Harivansh Rai Bachchan – Part 3

Mukh se tu avirat kahtaa jaa
madhu, madira, maadak haalaa,
haathon se anubhav kartaa jaa
ek lalit kalpit pyaalaa,
dhyaan kiye jaa man me sumadhur
sukhkar, sundar saaki kaa;
aur badhaa chal, pathik na tujhko
door lagegi madhushala.

Madira peene ki abhilaashaa
hi ban jaaye jab haalaa,
adharon ki aaturtaa me hi
jab aabhaasit ho pyaalaa,
bane dhyaan hi karte-karte
jab saaki saakaar, sakhe,
rahe na haalaa, pyaalaa, saaki,
tujhe milegi madhushala.

Haathon me aane se pahle
naaz dikhaayegi pyaalaa,
adharon par aane se pahle
adaa dikhaayegi haalaa,
bahutere inkaar karega
saaki aane se pahle;
pathik, na ghabraa jaanaa, pahle
maan karegi madhushla.

Variety Of Seasons – English Poem

english poem
Distant dream has become the festive season
Like our beloved, has departed the spring season

Since many seasons, in my home and heart
Time has stood still in the waiting season

Let beloved whisper in my ear to hear
Ever so gently may return the high season

Not with standing new tentalising professions of love
Not possible to withstand loss of your trusting season

Fragrance may diffuse or may refuse and return
Let someone so inform beloved’s welcome season

For your style of love we had often pondered
To pander to your overtures, or to reason out of season.