Peace Hindi Poems

I
At home with Shankara & Ramanuja
As with Spinoza, Kant, and Buber
Seventy years on earth, to 1950, heir
To Thought of East, West, 'Father Nature'
Fought for Independent...

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Excerpts from "Cordoba"
by Allama Iqbal
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch



Withered Roses
by Allama Iqbal
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

What shall I call you,
but the nightingale's desire?

The...

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Excerpts from "The Tulip of Sinai"
by Allama Iqbal
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch



Withered Roses
by Allama Iqbal
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

What shall I call you,
but...

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ALLAMA IQBAL TRANSLATIONS INTO MODERN ENGLISH



Ehad-e-Tifli (“The Age of Infancy”)
by Allama Iqbal aka Muhammad Iqbal
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

The earth and the heavens remained...

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(Bring me your bold, meek, strong, the weak.
I reside within thee all _no matter the language you speak.)

I had a talk with Jesus and he...

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people people and people
between peace and war
together yet alone in rally
india survives,thrives

people people and people
between peace and war
together yet alone on polling day
india survives,thrives

people people...

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Echo blasts,

as it's all hunky-dorey in an iconoclasts contrasts,

displacement of my courageousness on a dumb-fast
tele~cast,

the resumed movement 28 days later wasn't even just as fast;

it...

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Paris, Syria, the World at Large

Said the people punished by war, 
"Boom! Boom! Boom!
The resounding tremors amplify the echo,
contribute to the constancy and duress. 
Glued...

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fascinating country india
human-shaped country india

veena by music
bharatnatyam by dance
tajmahal by architecture
fascinating country india
human-shaped country india

ganges by river
green by forest
emptiless pot by grainery
fascinating country india
human-shaped country...

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It's a mystery I can't put my finger on.
A papercut under the skin.
Where has the truth gone?
Where did this world begin?
The pulpit reads the same...

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TIME THIEF...MUSINGS OF THE LAY..

I awoke an hour past mid-nite
oh what peace everyone is dreaming
made some warm milk cocoa
turned radio on.. tv on
am now multi-taskin..

stolen...

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He sits there waiting in the pits of Hell,
bounded and chained in his firey cell.
Waiting to be unleashed to destroy the hearts of God's men,
the...

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A dance to hidden music
with a handsome fellow
who seems to sense my mood
he holds me close as we whirl 

Then leading me to scented gardens
he...

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Oh well I got an angry email to begin my day
Because of my last post on the Jabidah thing yesterday
Galit sa akin but greeted me...

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Patradoot or The Messenger        42/50

English version by Ravindra K Kapoor 
Originally written in Hindi by my 
Late father...

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