मौन में रत अत्मध्यानी सूफी दरवेशों के प्रति

Ode To Silently Meditating Sufi Dervishes

The splendid Garden of Paradise is the meditation center

of the silently meditating Dervishes.

The Heaven's generous resources are at the disposal of meditating Dervishes.

The spiritual treasure mines buried deep inside the charms of solitary meditations, are being hunted by the inquisitive eyes of meditating Dervishes.

The Heaven's Palace whose Gatekeeper is angel Rizvan,

has an awesome Lawn View in the imaginations of silently meditating Dervishes.

By the shining rays of the silent meditation,

even the darkest hearts turn into illuminated golden hearts.

Meditation is the alchemy of conversation for the silently meditating Dervishes.

Even the sun proudly places its shining crown on their heads,

as a humble affirmation of the superiority of meditating Dervishes.

Let me say it without any formalities: Lord's good and eternal fortunes are at the grasp of meditating Dervishes.

Lord's shining Face whose reflections are so desired

even by the constantly praying kings of this world,

is already reflecting in the mirrors of meditating Dervishes.

From border to border, this world is filled with tyrant's army,

But from beginning to end, these are the glory days of meditating Dervishes.

O rich people of this world!

Stop showing off your wealth and possessions so much,

All your gold and prestige are thanks to the hard works of meditating Dervishes.

I'd be a humble servant of any contemporary intellectual of this world

who could match the high morality and generosity of meditating Dervishes

Hafiz: If you're searching for the Eternal Water of Life, its Source begins right from the doorsteps of the meditation center of silently meditating Dervishes!

 Hafiz Shirazi.

घूर्णित मैं फिर... फिर ..

The image in me
is a different image
how many stars fall
into my interior dance!
I whirl and I whirl...
the skies whirl as well
roses blossom out of my face
The trees in the garden, in sunshine
"He created Heaven and earth"
the serpents listen to the song of the reed
in the trees donning their dancing gowns
The meadow's children intoxicated
Heart
they call you
I look smiling, at suns
which have lost their way…
I fly, I fly
the skies fly. . .

~ Asaf Halet Çelebi

प्रति छाया मुझ में ,
 भिन्न है एक छाया ,
कितने तारे टूट गिरे ,
 उर में नाचे फिर !
 चक्रवात सा घूर्णित मैं फिर... फिर ..

बद्ध- आत्मा

A portion of your soul has been
entwined with mine
A gentle kind of togetherness, while
separately we stand.
As two trees deeply rooted in
separate plots of ground,
While their topmost branches
come together,
Forming a miracle of lace
against the heavens.
आत्मा का एक हिस्सा तेरी
बद्ध  हो मेरी से 
 सहज मधु भाव एकत्व का जब कि 
खड़े हैं हम अलग 
जैसे गहरी जड़ सहित दो वृक्ष हो 
 धरती के टुकड़े  अलग ,
पर शिखर की टहनियाँ 
जुड़ जाएँ जो ,
बद्ध  अद्भुत रूप से 
नीले अम्बर के तले 
~ Janet Mills 

जान पाते न हम

When it’s over, it’s over, and we don’t know
any of us, what happens then.
So I try not to miss anything.
I think, in my whole life, I have never missed
The full moon
or the slipper of its coming back.
Or, a kiss.
Well, yes, especially a kiss.
जब हुआ पूरा, सब चुक गया, जान पाते न हम 
कोई  भी , क्या  होगा आगे 
 करूँ कोशिश खोये न कुछ 
 सोचूं सारी ज़िंदगी खोया न मैंने 
चाँद पूरा 
और आहट  उसकी वापस लौटने  की 
या चुम्बन  एक 
हाँ, सच है, चुम्बन ख़ास कर ..

~ Mary Oliver 

तू ही केवल

The first time I saw you, my heart fell. The second time I saw you, my heart fell. The third time fourth time fifth time and every time since, my heart has fallen.
I stared at her.
You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Your hair, your eyes, your lips, your body that you haven't grown into, the way you walk, smile, laugh, the way your cheeks drop when you're mad or upset, the way you drag your feet when you're tired. Every single thing about you is beautiful.
I stared at her.
When I see you the World stops. It stops and all that exists for me is you and my eyes staring at you. There's nothing else. No noise, no other people, no thoughts or worries, no yesterday, no tomorrow. The World just stops and it is a beautiful place and there is only you. Just you, and my eyes staring at you.
देखा पहली बार तुमको  धक्  सा  दिल रह गया,देखा दूजी बार ,दिल धक् सा हुआ ,देखा तीजी बार ,चौथी बार ,पांचवी फिर और हर बार तब से  दिल मेरा  गया .. ताकता था उसे ... देखी जितनी भी नारी तुम सबसे अधिक सुन्दर, केश तेरे ,नेत्र ,होंठ, देह जो विकसित अधूरी ,चाल तेरी ,मुस्कराहट ,हँसना खिलखिलाना,  फूलना गालों को जब जोश या गुस्से में होना ,घिसटना पाओं  का जब थकन हो . हर अदा  है खुबसूरत ..ताकता रहता उसे मैं।  देखता तुझको तो जग थम गया लगता मुझको..  थमे  जब सब और जो रहता बाकी बस तू ही और मेरी दृष्टि जो ताके तुझे .और कुछ न .शोर  न, न लोग  बाकी, सोच न, चिंता कुछ न, न कल जो था  बीता, न ही कल आने वाला .थम गया जग और सुन्दर लगता वह स्थान केवल  जहाँ है तू , तू ही केवल और तुझको ताकता मैं 

~ James Frey 

क्या कल्पना !

Last night
the rain
spoke to me
slowly, saying, 
what joy
to come falling
out of the brisk cloud,
to be happy again
in a new way
on the earth!
That’s what it said
as it dropped,
smelling of iron,
and vanished
like a dream of the ocean
into the branches
and the grass below.
Then it was over.
The sky cleared.
I was standing
under a tree.
The tree was a tree
with happy leaves,
and I was myself,
and there were stars in the sky
that were also themselves
at the moment
at which moment
my right hand
was holding my left hand
which was holding the tree
which was filled with stars
and the soft rain –
imagine! imagine!
the long and wondrous journeys
still to be ours.
रात बीती,
बरखा रानी 
बोली मुझ से 
मंद स्वर में होल से 
क्या मज़ा है 
गिर के आना 
बादलों के जगत से 
होना फिर से खुश 
नए पन से 
इस धरा पर !
कहा यह उसने 
जब बरसी थी वह 
गंध ले संग  लोह की ,
हो गयी गायब 
सपने की तरह सिन्धु के 
टहनियों में 
और नीचे घास में 
 हुआ पूरा सब कुछ 
 आस्मां था साफ़ 
मैं खडी थी 
वृक्ष के नीचे .
वृक्ष तो वृक्ष ही था 
 संग खुश थी पत्तियाँ ,
 और मैं थी 
 और तारों भरा नभ 
वे भी थे 
और उस पल 
तभी उस पल 
हाथ मेरा दाहिना 
 थामे था बाएं को 
 थामे था वृक्ष को जो 
घिरा था तारा गणों से 
और धीमी सी बारिश -
कल्पना ! क्या कल्पना !
गीत और यात्रा अद्भुत 

अभी भी अपनी थी होनी 
~ Mary Oliver 

तू -मैं पेड़ हैं

At night I dream that you and I are two plants
             that grew together, roots entwined,
                        and that you know the earth and the rain like my mouth,
                                      since we are made of earth and rain.
रात में सपना ये देखूं कि तू -मैं पेड़ हैं दो 
                         उगे जो साथ में, जड़ें  जिनकी  गुंथी,
                                      जानती तू  धरा -वर्षा को जैसे मेरा मूंह ,
                                                          क्यूंकि हम दोनों बने हैं मिट्टी -पानी से !
~ Pablo Neruda