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This is my first Hindi poem 😀 And it doesn’t make sense. To me at least. But I like that I composed a poem that rhymes in my mother tongue, without any help and it reads amazing. I’ve translated it to English for those of you who don’t know Hindi. I really would like feedback, especially from all my Hindi-reading readers. How was it? Did you get the essence of the poem? Do you think I should do more poetry in Hindi? For my English readers, how was the translation poem? Like it? Love it? Good. Hate it? I don’t really care 😛 So here it goes:
Yeh mera dil thakka aur main tukdo mein pada,
Main Pucho toh yeh kahe tune kitna saha.
Dil ki madhoshiyan jo thi ab tak
Voh bhule apna zaahir karne ke haq.
Koi puche isse zara, kitna yeh tarse,
Aasun gire, jaise neele aasman se barse.
Apne lafz yeh apne mein rakhe
Kyunki isne sirf dukh sune sabke.
Sab sunn ke ab yeh choor ho gaya hai
Zindagi ek geet tha, hai, ab bina lay.
Thak gaya hai, yeh masoom dil
Akele rahi, koi sahara na mil.
Chalte rahna hai par kyunki koi aur raasta nahi hai
Zindagi ke khiladi, mera dil hai or main
Akela- akela karna hai yeh rasta tai
Zindagi ek geet hai, gaye usne sahit lay.
Der lagi lekin, par kar jayega,
Main jukh jayun, mera dil nahi haar maan payega.
Kyunki mera dil thakka ho, aur main tukdon mein pade
Main pucho toh kahe ki paar karenge pahad chote bade.
My heart is tired, and I, broken, lay down
Ask my heart and it says how much have I suffered.
The whispers of my heart have ceased,
They have forgotten their right to make themselves heard.
Someone ask my heart how much it is suffering.
The tears fall continuously like ran from the blue sky.
It keeps itself unheard, keeping its pain to itself.
As he always listened to the problems of others.
I, my heart, we’re broken from all the sadness.
Life, once a merry song, is now tuneless.
My innocent heart is exhausted.
It’s alone, lonely, there’s no one his companion.
But it has to keep moving, can’t stop. There’s no other way.
Life’s a game and my heart and I are the only players.
Life’s a song, sing a little tune.
It’ll take time but it’ll succeed.
I may surrender; my heart will never accept defeat.
Because I may be broken and my heart tired,
If I ask, it’ll say we’ll cross mountains both small and big.