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Comment on Rashmirathi by Lalita

Lalita — Wed, 23 Jul 2008 20:05:02 +0000

We were honored to have Manas recite from Rashmirathi at the wedding of our daughter to his friend recently .It was electrifying and all we can say is a big Thank you Manas for bringing to life this great piece of our heritage from Ramdari Singh Dinkar

Comment on Shaam by spiritual_emergency

spiritual_emergency — Wed, 23 Jul 2008 15:09:29 +0000

Resonating. Lovely poem. Lovely site. I’ve bookmarked it.

Comment on FAQ by farah

farah — Tue, 22 Jul 2008 13:45:00 +0000

hum aah bhi karte hain, to ho jate hain badnaam
woh qatl bhi karte hain, to charcha nahee hota

This translate as,

I as much as sigh and I am defamed,
she can commit murder and no one gets to hear about it.

Farah

Comment on Tanhaa’i by Kunwar Shashishekhar Singh

Kunwar Shashishekhar Singh — Thu, 17 Jul 2008 04:34:54 +0000

“Bharosa mat karo jindagi pr, Sanso ki dori tut jati ha.
chhate mahfuj rahti ha, muhbabt tut jati ha.
ladakpan me kiye wado ki kimat kuch nahi hoti,
angathi hath mi rahti ha, mangani tut jati hai”

By:- Shashi

Comment on Rain by Jeff

Jeff — Mon, 14 Jul 2008 18:02:23 +0000

Check out the ekphrasis pieces by Carpenter in the collaboration with Robert Shetterly, “Speaking Fire at Stones”. -Jeff (many cheap copies available from abebooks.com

Comment on Under Sirius by Frank

Frank — Fri, 11 Jul 2008 11:16:38 +0000

I love this poem - surely one of Auden’s most under-rated. Although its setting is the declining Roman Empire, I feel certain that Auden was (very presciently) making a comment on the complacency, boredom and spiritual emptiness of the western world in the 2nd half of the 20th Century - our civilisation is nothing if not “golden with self-praise”.

Comment on Tanhaa’i by Ravi Kopra

Ravi Kopra — Thu, 10 Jul 2008 18:06:12 +0000

Another translation at

http://whitewings.sulekha.com/blog/post/2008/07/tanhaai-an-urdu-poem-of-faiz-ahmed-faiz-in-english.htm

Comment on To a Sad Daughter by varali

varali — Thu, 10 Jul 2008 15:54:14 +0000

There’s a genre of poems to/on fathers as well. Amichai has a short, lovely one. But this is my favourite:

Those Winter Sundays

Sundays too my father got up early
And put his clothes on in the blueback cold,
then with cracked hands that ached
from labor in the weekday weather made
banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him.

I’d wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking.
When the rooms were warm, he’d call,
and slowly I would rise and dress,
fearing the chronic angers of that house,

Speaking indifferently to him,
who had driven out the cold
and polished my good shoes as well.
What did I know, what did I know
of love’s austere and lonely offices?

- Robert Hayden

Comment on Brutus’s speech to the people by rj

rj — Wed, 09 Jul 2008 08:53:46 +0000

hehe, never ending tale…..

Comment on Brutus’s speech to the people by rj

rj — Wed, 09 Jul 2008 08:52:51 +0000

it’s great really!