Sanskrit poems

SOME INSTRUCTIONS OF THE EXPRESS WAY (OF LOVE)
Don’t be alert.
This is the way of love.
The wise should choose the left.
“U” turn is impossible.
Every lustrous eye and every heart is a gas station,
but heart will go on fire only after-wards.
Having drunk beauty,
Start journey.
Road has no bumps, no pits, but has the mind.
Go ahead.
There is a deep river,
but don’t swim, take a plunge.
The zig-zag road is the correct one.
Face the rush of race, religion and customs.
Go across them.
Bumps ahead.
They are of social morals.
Go quick raising the speed of mind.
Cross the four squares of social gains and losses by brake-less desires.
Here every turn is risky.
If you have fear of accidents, just quit.
For, accidents are the deft doings of the destiny.
Heaven- one K.M. right.
Hell-1 K.M. left.
Where you really reach is the matter of experience.
Here every step is auspicious.
Why wishes of happy journey?
Don’t leave the road.
Since those who leave it remain hopeless, mad and wretched.
Don’t waste time in reading boards.
Path of love follows no instructions.


Tr. By the poet
Harshdev madhav





LEGS
1)My leg becomes a donkey
when it kicks foolishly.

2)Cart of own shadow
is pulled by two bullocks named “legs”.

3)My legs run like two arms of clocks!

4)Seven seas are present in eyes
but below the legs
there is only untrustworthy and unsteady sand.

5)In suffering of separation,
I knew that my legs possessed soulless mountain
to make me motionless.

6)My legs are learned.
They have known thorns in my way.

7)Oh!
The legs of the blind have eyes
since they recognize their way.

Tr. By the poet
Harshdev madhav




GOD
1)Before death
the God said, “Forgive them
since they don’t know what they are doing.”
I will also say before death,
“Please forgive that God
because he doesn’t know what he is doing!”

2)The God has
thousands of hands,
thousands of eyes,
thousand of faces,
but he doesn’t have even a single ear.

3)The ocean named God
has thrown me outside
like a broken boat.

4)In one corner of crematorium,
a new born puppy,
set on the ashes of burnt dead body says,
“bow, bow, bow.”
Which name is this among
the SAHASRANAM of the God’s name?

5)Oh sparrow of astrologer!
Show me envelope
which possesses the future of God.

6)With the support of
lame sticks of arguments, imagination and rumors
the oldest God walks
on the road, which hasn’t milestones.

7)God is the accused one.
He has made the couple of “heron” love-blind
and shown them to the hunter.1

8)Does the God possess
any truth for swearing to revitalize
the Uttara’s dead child named test tube baby
at the moment of terrible world-war.2

1 Reference of ‘Ramayana’: ‘Kraunchvadh episode’ in which Valmiki cursed a hunter because the hunter had killed one heron (kraunch).
2 Reference of ‘Mahabharat’: Shrikrishna gave new life to the dead new born child of uttara by swearing of his own truth.

Tr. By the poet
Harshdev madhav.






FIRST RAIN

Slowly and gently
the drops of first rain fall,
Clay of my body
becomes wet also.
Water enters in hollowness of my loneliness.
The lightening makes its nest
in my darkness of gloominess.
The thunderbolt knocks
on the closed doors of my heart.
At that time,
something becomes open
in me like windows.
I get my lost sky once again.


Tr. By the poet
Harshdev madhav.





THE SAND
1)Living like the water
among sand dunes means
to live in Rome and fight with the Pope.

2)Sand means not sand
but the water without characteristics of water
being looked by the deer as mirage.

3)Oh Shwetketu!*
what was created
first sand or water?

4)The sea breathes in the sand like foetus.

5)Sand is the horrible dream for water.

* Shwetketu is the great sage of Upanishad.


Tr. By poet
Harshdev madhav.







DEATH
1)We spread our hands
to catch the butterflies and
butterflies run away.
In the same way,
death spreads its hands and
breathes fly away from the body.

2)Seeing me like a broken boat,
the death comes towards
me like the ocean.

3)As whirl wind takes a butterfly
from one flower to other,
in the same way,
the death………

4)The death sings lullaby
and my soul sleeps gently….

5)The death is like a monsoon.
Someone loves it like ‘chatak’,*
someone loves it like a dry field,
someone disgusts it like muddy pig,
someone drags with it like sheep,
someone falls in it like a tree
and
someone enjoys as the frog of monsoon.

*Chatak=a bird supposed to drink water only from the clouds

Tr. By poet
Harshdev madhav.






Ocean
1)You saw the sea in the map
and my beloved!
I felt ebb and tide in map.

2)Which ocean is present in blood?
That can’t be discovered
by geographists.

3)Tell me, in this kingdom of sand,
which ocean did attempt to suicide?

4)Oh sea!
Though you have plenty of water,
you don’t get respect
as ‘The treasure of water’.

5)In uterus of broken conch-shell,
unborn sea cries solemnly…..

6)Like an island
imprisoned by ocean,
I live in crowds
but in my loneliness,
so many seas roars in me.



Tr. By poet
Harshdev madhav.








SPECTACLES
1)Without spectacles,
I can see the dreams,
So, I love the world
like thick glasses of spectacles.

2)The spectacles of Mahatma Gandhi
are not suitable for Nathuram Godse.
The priest of Jerusalem
could not see with the spectacles of Jesus Christ.
Therefore, accidents occur…

3)In this declivity, a stream has fallen –
be wildered stream violently struggles here and there
for touching the land edge.
Has anyone seen its spectacles?

4)In the childhood,
I saw colorful world
through colored spectacles.
Now, the spectacles are plain and colorless,
but the world is colorful as usual.

Tr. By poet
Harshdev madhav.







Lips
1)If the clay makes the lips,
then it might have been collected
from the land of moon.

2)Only a person burnt by lovely lips
can know the beauty of the redness.

3)No one knows
how many fishes, pythons, female snakes,
honeys, rose petals, glow-warms
live between two lips!

4)Have you seen the dream of full-moon night?
In early morning,
a little moon light oozes drop wise
becoming the smile on lips.

5)Trembling of lips
gives birth of instability of
seven oceans in me.
Tr. By poet
Harshdev madhav