a translation

Mother pain

come teach me

unravel,unbraid these quilted mysteries,

Tell me

has my heart gone restive

or is it me-a restive heart

 

Original

(Aay dard bata

kuch tou hii bata

kub sy yeh moama hal naa hoa

hum mein hai dil e baytaab nihan

ya aap dil e baytaab hain hum)

Author's Note

i guess everyone knows that translation is like raping a good poem..OK Im rapist---shoot.

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

I loved the gentleness that flows from the heart of pain... that desire to learn.. to take away some lesson to bring understanding or strength or peace... It is a message I have needed too often.. Beautiful, moving verse.

[{A}shley {B}lack @-;-]

I really enjoyed reading this poem although I only understood the English its a beautifully written poem I must read more

thank you for sharing your work

100/100

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

*Pow* lol ah, you think so? I find it lovely to read other tongues even if i don't know their meaning ... In English .. your poem touches me.. I can relate.
Chloe

[OT]

it is so hard to translate poems and keep them in the same tone, beauty of how they were - but (though I can't judge the translation haha) am sure you have done it justice, as the english words are wonderful! nice!

[Robin]

I think even in translation if one feels the words , the meaning still shines through , I feel this one , thank you for your interpetation ~

[Khaaki]

I really appreciate ur saying that... hum to parwaane hain aap ke kalaam ke... aap sab ne itni qadr ki hai to aaj main yahaan hoon... tashakur...

[Khaaki]

Aapke saamne kuchh alfaaz lab pe aate hain... aapka shagird samajh lijiye ustad... i mean ustaani sahiba...

[Jibey]

You never know...