Saturday, May 07, 2005
Yaara Seeli Seeli
By Gulzar
[With apologies for my limited abilities at translating his masterful work]
I pine as the night burns
My lover, come to me
My saviour, come quickly
What kind of living is this? What kind of dying is this?
With pieces of broken bangles..
I struggle to remake my hands
What did I leave in streets past
That I pass through them again and again..?
No god above, no Shadow below...
This last companion also forsakes me
The splendour outside
Hides my despair inside...
[With apologies for my limited abilities at translating his masterful work]
I pine as the night burns
My lover, come to me
My saviour, come quickly
What kind of living is this? What kind of dying is this?
With pieces of broken bangles..
I struggle to remake my hands
What did I leave in streets past
That I pass through them again and again..?
No god above, no Shadow below...
This last companion also forsakes me
The splendour outside
Hides my despair inside...
