Stealthy and assured the jaguar lies in wait
With hungry eyes, it patiently sits and salivates
Hungering and waiting...
Calculating and preying
For that golden moment of truth
Heavy breaths speak of a desirous sooth
Breathing and scheming...
......
Mere saath zindagi jiyogi toh batao,
Mujhe yaad karke sharmaogi toh batao,
Mere saath chai piyogi toh batao,
Mere zakhmon pe marham lagogi toh batao,
mere naam ki mehendi rachaogi toh batao,
mere naam ka sindoor sajogi toh batao,
Mere saath jeene marne ki kashmein khaogi toh btao ,
Har mod pe saath nibhaogi toh btao?
Main sochta hoon baar-baar,
Kya tum mera haath thaamogi har baar?
......
How old you've grown, my love.
And yet,
You haven't changed a bit,
From that young girl I first saw,
On whom I plied my wit;
To win her
And even then, you lived within her
As now, she lives in you.
Songs For My Dark Mother: Translations from Shakta Poetry 2011
1.
Repose faith in Kali, why so anxious?
The delusive night being over, the dawn blooms.
The sun rises to dispel pall of darkness,
regards to Lord Shiva
......
My church Remains fragmented,
reflecting beyond the room, slumbering within my flesh
My God
rivulets of my worship forge down my heated skin
Dripping,
falling,
onto your subjects below
Holy Nothings answered in cloaks of darkness,
with tears and
......
Mere saath zindagi jiyogi toh batao,
Mujhe yaad karke sharmaogi toh batao,
Mere saath chai piyogi toh batao,
Mere zakhmon pe marham lagogi toh batao,
mere naam ki mehendi rachaogi toh batao,
mere naam ka sindoor sajogi toh batao,
Mere saath jeene marne ki kashmein khaogi toh btao ,
Har mod pe saath nibhaogi toh btao?
Main sochta hoon baar-baar,
Kya tum mera haath thaamogi har baar?
......
Stealthy and assured the jaguar lies in wait
With hungry eyes, it patiently sits and salivates
Hungering and waiting...
Calculating and preying
For that golden moment of truth
Heavy breaths speak of a desirous sooth
Breathing and scheming...
......
isolation tastes of frigid air and the roaring ocean's waves,
there is no one who truly knows me, least of all the god to whom I used to pray,
it is a taxing master, its price is steep for those who choose to pay,
but as I stare at its reflection, I find I would have it no other way.
the trick of it is balance, knowing how to fade away,
into the background of existence, away from the sun's harsh rays,
all you have to do is know the role you were meant to play,
a forgettable extra, and darling, the whole world's a stage.
......
Dawn darkness of the Judea desert gasped.
Crushing grip of the primal serpent withered.
The prophesied Light of the world emerged,
As the boulder at the sealed tomb, off it rolled.
The blessed disciples, John, Matthew, Mark, and Luke
Wouldn’t miss this cardinal event, each imprinting
Their unique stamp, leaving us a panoramic perspective
as the eternal hope emerged triumphant from the sealed tomb.
......
My church Remains fragmented,
reflecting beyond the room, slumbering within my flesh
My God
rivulets of my worship forge down my heated skin
Dripping,
falling,
onto your subjects below
Holy Nothings answered in cloaks of darkness,
with tears and
......