Old plant of Asia -
Mutilated vine
Holding earth's leaping sap
In every stem and shoot
That lopped off, sprouts again -
Why should you seek a plateau walled about,
Whose garden is the world?
Pale are the words I build for my delight
To house in; pale as the chill mist that holds
An ardent morn. My fire to others' sight
But dimly burns through the frail speech it moulds;
I cast but shadows from my inward light.
But, O my Joy, thou understandest well
Both what I can and what I cannot tell.
हमसे पूछा गया
‘किन्हीं दो फ़सलों के नाम बताएँ
स्वतंत्रता प्राप्ति के बाद लगातार
बढ़ रही हो जिनकी पैदावार।'
हमने कहा-‘भ्रष्टाचार व आतंकवाद।'
pahaaron ke peechhe
pahaar aur pahaar-
phir ghataatop
mountains behind mountains
yet more mountains-
then haze beyond
Suddenly discovering in the eyes of the very beautiful
Normande cocotte
The eyes of the very learned British Museum assistant.
Bicho de faro é cachorro,
Filho de porca é leitão:
Quem ligou as duas raças
Nesta igreja da Missão?
প্রেম বিনে ভাব নাই ভাব বিনে রস
ত্রিভূবনে যাহা দেখি প্রেম হুনতে (হতে) বশ
যার হূদে জন্মিলেক প্রেমের অংকুর
মুক্তি পাইল সে প্রেমের ঠাকুর
Er Daasen ikke rar og Net,
Strax siger man, den Snuus er slet;
Mand dømmer dog saa let.
Som Venskab, saa din Saft, du ædle Mokka Frugt,
Bør være reen og stærk og varm og umisbrugt.
Høit over Skyen staaer Du her,
Dog Hjertet maa bekjende,
Du er dog Himlen ei saa nær,
Som da Du var hos hende!
