Original poem in Maithili by Gajendra Thakur
Translated into English by Lucy Gracy from New York
Gajendra Thakur (b. 1971) is the editor of Maithili ejournal “Videha” that can be viewed at http://www.videha.co.in/ . His poem, story, novel, research articles, epic – all in Maithili language are lying scattered and is in print in single volume by the title “KurukShetram.” He can be reached at his email: ggajendra@airtelmail.in
Abhinav Bhatkhande
The theft of the eternity of Bhatkhande
The conspiracy of the western music
Seizing the freedom of the Indian music
An abduction of Indian creativity
Because of lack of vision
The politics was fail
The freedom was theft
But the character of Bhatkhande
Set the Indian music free
Dear Ramrang! I read your new Geetanjali
I read that thoroughly
You are truely a new Bhatkhande
The precious treasure of India
You don’t need any name
Your asceticism of fifty year
The vocal definition of freedom
Oh devotee of Hanumaan
Your music was filled with melody of Ramayana
I recalled Tulasidas
His irrespective manner to women and shudra
Your music is victory of Ramayana
New version of freedom
Raag vaidehi, Bhairav raag
Teer Bhukti
Raag vidyapati came from Maithili
You created lyrics filled with words of maithili
In raag Bhupali and raag Bilawal
The fast and slow style of
Raag Vidyapati Kalyan
Your music gave a new recognition
To the Mithila Dhwaj Geet
A new experience
The flying flag denotes
Mental freedom
Standing up after falling down
Leaving the support
Oh Son of Sukhdev Jha
People of Khajura will be said
If we see them
To establish your statue in the village
It is hard to pay off what you did to your kins
The freedom movement should be continued
At the bank of the Ganges in Varanasi
The sage has practices his free style music
An age is ended with him
Whether you recall his name or not
But remember his free style
May be physically handicapped but
Set your mind free
Let your confidence come out with faith
Don’t let your mind over ruled.
(Classical Music theorist and vocalist Shri Ramashray Jha "Ramrang" expired on 1st January 2009, he was music composer of my "Mithilak Dhwaj Geet"- in his memory.)
Original Maithili Poem by Smt.Shefalika Varma,Translated into English by Lalan
Shefalika Verma has written two outstanding books in Maithili; one a book of poems titled “BHAVANJALI”, and the other, a book of short stories titled “YAYAVARI”. Her Maithili Books have been translated into many languages including Hindi, English, Oriya, Gujarati, Dogri and others. She is frequently invited to the India Poetry Recital Festivals as her fans and friends are important people. I do not have to give more introduction of her as her achievements speak for themselves.
As and when lonliness of graveyard
gets down in my eyes
blood of heart solidify into Ahilya
in the jungle of hunger
lotus bismeared with blood smiles
my inner becomes injured
with so called civilization and culture
then
a question ariss in my mind
only a question
to be asked from Janak
why did you send so much gifts
with Sita
you threw away the women folk
into burnning fire of dowry
by even presenting several kingdoms
why did you give birth to dowry system ??
My mind haunts
with a question
again to be asked from Sita...
Sita
why did you agree to undergo
agnipariksha praposed by Ram
being yourself possessed with power
got exploited
by accepting banishment to forest
thus giving birth to silence system
why did you put female life
under pains and sorrow ??
but
see the drama of RAMRAJ
today
dhobi is present in every house
and Ravan in every street
but not visible is RAM
now a days dont know
where Ram has gone
where Ram has gone.........................
As and when lonliness of graveyard
gets down in my eyes
blood of heart solidify into Ahilya
in the jungle of hunger
lotus bismeared with blood smiles
my inner becomes injured
with so called civilization and culture
then
a question ariss in my mind
only a question
to be asked from Janak
why did you send so much gifts
with Sita
you threw away the women folk
into burnning fire of dowry
by even presenting several kingdoms
why did you give birth to dowry system ??
My mind haunts
with a question
again to be asked from Sita...
Sita
why did you agree to undergo
agnipariksha praposed by Ram
being yourself possessed with power
got exploited
by accepting banishment to forest
thus giving birth to silence system
why did you put female life
under pains and sorrow ??
but
see the drama of RAMRAJ
today
dhobi is present in every house
and Ravan in every street
but not visible is RAM
now a days dont know
where Ram has gone
where Ram has gone.........................
Shefalika
Dr. Baidya Nath Varma,Professor Ennitus of Sociology,The City University of New York
ENGLISH TRANSLATION OF MAITHILI POEMS
Shefalika Verma has written two outstanding books in Maithili; one a book of poems titled “BHAVANJALI”, and the other, a book of short stories titled “YAYAVARI”. Her Maithili Books have been translated into many languages including Hindi, English, Oriya, Gujarati, Dogri and others. She is frequently invited to the India Poetry Recital Festivals as her fans and friends are important people. I do not have to give more introduction of her as her achievements speak for themselves.
Shefalika, the poet enjoys being with her lover. Who else could he be except her husband?
I will translate for the readers some of her poems to show her affection for life and the agony of bereavement from her sweet heart.
Her poems take leaps in all directions and focus on nature, from flowers to lakes and mountains, from the sun to the moon to the stars, and finally she reaches humanity –she embraces them all.
Let us follow her dreams in BHAVANJALI now….
[Poem No. 11]
“The flower “Rajanigandha” is crying,
Although blessed with a garland of stars,
“Singarhar” is shaking with pain,
The clouds are showering rain…
…..from the mouth of the sky.
You came silently without exposing your body
Now you have become my life.
You are decorating the smile on my lips for eternity.”
[Poem No. 14]
“…you are searching yourself in my eyes
If you do not see yourself you are lost.
But I have decorated you in my heart…”
Then she goes into a different world….
[Poem No. 20]
“…you make me dance as you wish,
I live my life as you want,
Then why are you measuring the guilt of each of us?
Oh God, You are not free of guilt!”
[Poem No. 26]
When my heart becomes desert
You shower rain on it.
And I receive a new life.
You have given me everything:
Truth and falsehood,
Sin and godliness,
Respect and people’s hatred…”
She floats in the heavens now...
[Poem No. 41]
“How will my song reach you?
The fragrance of my breadth flies around the world to reach you.
The tears of my bereaved eyes flow drop by drop.
You left me, the moon left…
The music vanished from the moonlight.
The beauty of the dawn evaporated from my life,
And the season of songs vanished for me –
I had hoped forever.”
And the world changed, she found her soul.
[Poem No. 49]
I have traveled the world...
Visited all the religious places, dipped in the holy rivers,
And found that in the small space of my Heart,
All the elegance of the world exists.
ENGLISH TRANSLATION OF MAITHILI POEMS
Shefalika Verma has written two outstanding books in Maithili; one a book of poems titled “BHAVANJALI”, and the other, a book of short stories titled “YAYAVARI”. Her Maithili Books have been translated into many languages including Hindi, English, Oriya, Gujarati, Dogri and others. She is frequently invited to the India Poetry Recital Festivals as her fans and friends are important people. I do not have to give more introduction of her as her achievements speak for themselves.
Shefalika, the poet enjoys being with her lover. Who else could he be except her husband?
I will translate for the readers some of her poems to show her affection for life and the agony of bereavement from her sweet heart.
Her poems take leaps in all directions and focus on nature, from flowers to lakes and mountains, from the sun to the moon to the stars, and finally she reaches humanity –she embraces them all.
Let us follow her dreams in BHAVANJALI now….
[Poem No. 11]
“The flower “Rajanigandha” is crying,
Although blessed with a garland of stars,
“Singarhar” is shaking with pain,
The clouds are showering rain…
…..from the mouth of the sky.
You came silently without exposing your body
Now you have become my life.
You are decorating the smile on my lips for eternity.”
[Poem No. 14]
“…you are searching yourself in my eyes
If you do not see yourself you are lost.
But I have decorated you in my heart…”
Then she goes into a different world….
[Poem No. 20]
“…you make me dance as you wish,
I live my life as you want,
Then why are you measuring the guilt of each of us?
Oh God, You are not free of guilt!”
[Poem No. 26]
When my heart becomes desert
You shower rain on it.
And I receive a new life.
You have given me everything:
Truth and falsehood,
Sin and godliness,
Respect and people’s hatred…”
She floats in the heavens now...
[Poem No. 41]
“How will my song reach you?
The fragrance of my breadth flies around the world to reach you.
The tears of my bereaved eyes flow drop by drop.
You left me, the moon left…
The music vanished from the moonlight.
The beauty of the dawn evaporated from my life,
And the season of songs vanished for me –
I had hoped forever.”
And the world changed, she found her soul.
[Poem No. 49]
I have traveled the world...
Visited all the religious places, dipped in the holy rivers,
And found that in the small space of my Heart,
All the elegance of the world exists.
The Fire Age Of Emigration To City
Original poem in Maithili by Gajendra Thakur
Translated into English by Lucy Gracy from New York
Gajendra Thakur (b. 1971) is the editor of Maithili ejournal “Videha” that can be viewed at http://www.videha.co.in/ . His poem, story, novel, research articles, epic – all in Maithili language are lying scattered and is in print in single volume by the title “KurukShetram.” He can be reached at his email: ggajendra@airtelmail.in
The Fire Age Of Emigration To City
The rushing group of milkmen
A chase to cross the river of Kamala
Swimming against the flow
The burp like sound of castle
Groups returning to the village
The peaceless home filled with quarrels
The life among the shit of castle
Faced towards the towns
Land of hatred dislikes pollution and diseases
Many friends died of aids
Retreating the village life
Among the fascination of the city
First came the age of emigration
Now lonely families suffering separations
What pleasure did the houses get?
Many villages are contaminated by the idea of emigration
God knows what the reason is
People will laugh at me if one sells groceries at village
But who sees what you do in the city
And facing the discrimination here too
Looking for a single people of my village
Friends are also showing proud
Generations are dieing of such ideology
The regional violence
Is this going to be fate of whole India?
Then why to leave my place out of fear
Whose conspiracy is this?
Why couldn’t find the root
Couldn’t get doctor when needed
Who will help in flood and drought?
My home is where I live now
I have sensitivity
For the next generation
I will have my courage with me always.
Translated into English by Lucy Gracy from New York
Gajendra Thakur (b. 1971) is the editor of Maithili ejournal “Videha” that can be viewed at http://www.videha.co.in/ . His poem, story, novel, research articles, epic – all in Maithili language are lying scattered and is in print in single volume by the title “KurukShetram.” He can be reached at his email: ggajendra@airtelmail.in
The Fire Age Of Emigration To City
The rushing group of milkmen
A chase to cross the river of Kamala
Swimming against the flow
The burp like sound of castle
Groups returning to the village
The peaceless home filled with quarrels
The life among the shit of castle
Faced towards the towns
Land of hatred dislikes pollution and diseases
Many friends died of aids
Retreating the village life
Among the fascination of the city
First came the age of emigration
Now lonely families suffering separations
What pleasure did the houses get?
Many villages are contaminated by the idea of emigration
God knows what the reason is
People will laugh at me if one sells groceries at village
But who sees what you do in the city
And facing the discrimination here too
Looking for a single people of my village
Friends are also showing proud
Generations are dieing of such ideology
The regional violence
Is this going to be fate of whole India?
Then why to leave my place out of fear
Whose conspiracy is this?
Why couldn’t find the root
Couldn’t get doctor when needed
Who will help in flood and drought?
My home is where I live now
I have sensitivity
For the next generation
I will have my courage with me always.
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