Long Gujarati Poems
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They say
?There are a million ways?
To say I love you
In this day and age?
I could only find
?In my computer’s brain?
The words
to say I love you?
In 53 languages
of the 10,000 languages
?Spoken on this planet
Someday I may be able
?To say the simple words
?I love you?
In all know languages?
This will have to suffice for a start
So I will say it
?Loud, and clear?
Just so you understand:
I love you (English)
Mein tumse pyar karta hoon (Hindi)
?Tu Tane prem karoo chu (Gujarati)
?Ame tomake bhalo bashe (Bengali)
?Me tula premkarto (Marati)?
Hum apse mohabbat karte hain (Urdu
?Mein thoda prem karanga (Punjabi)
?Man Dooset Daram
(Persian)
?Ana Ahabik Yanooni (Arabic)
?Havala (Hebrew)
Yongchon(Chinese)
?Aloha (Hawaian)
?Cinta(Indonesian)
?Dangshinun sarang hayo (Korean)?
Ajo (Japanese)
?Kasih (Malay)
?Phom tirak khun krap (Thai)?
Akoay Paginghe ikou (Tagalog)
?Toi yeu ong(Vietnamese)
Renmen (Creole)
?Jesuis L’amour voies(French)
?Liefdle (Flemish)
?Estoy amor tu (Spanish)?
Yosono amore tu (Italian)
?Estou o amore tu (Portugese)
Dashuri (Albanian)
?Maiteizam (Basque)?
OBHYAM (Bulgarian)
?Ljubav (Croatian)
?Laska (Czech)
?Jeger en kaerlighed du (Danish)
?Ikben houden van jig (Dutch)
?Gra (Gaelic)
?Ich bin lieben tu (German)
?Agape/eros (Greek)
?Ami (Esperanto)?
Armastama (Estonian)
?Rakam (Finish)
?Envagyok szeretet te (Hungarian)
?Elska (Icelandic)
?Ejekirin (Kurdish)
?Milestiba (Latvian)
?Meile (Lithuanian)
?Eu dragoste tu (Romanian)
?JHOBOEL Lubush (Russian)
?Elske (Norweigan)
?Easka (Slovak)?
JBYBAB (Serbian)?
Jagdan karlek du (Swedish)
?KOYATH (Ukraine)
?Benin sevi sen (Turkish)?
Ahava (Yiddish)
Ngingu u thando ungu (Zulu)
Hard put as *****Sapiens to prove,
Far off left have we oh, home of love.
Lose virtue, watch in vain Sita’s woes,
Jatayu long dead, scarce can we move.
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Translation |05.09.2024| history, women, world
Poet’s note: This is second in the three-piece series on the theme. It depicts what happened in the epic Ramayana. When Sita was abducted by Ravana, Jatayu, the vulture king, challenged him and sacrificed his life. This epigram says we have lost Jatayu in us in this dark age. The original in Gujarati as transliterated (in PS-acceptable way) is as under:
Chalaayu chhej nahi, prem naa gharma javaayu chhej nahi,
Museebat ej chhe, dvaar thi paachhaa valayu chhej nahi,
Dharma ne khoyaa karo, door thi sita-haran joyaa karo,
Biju to thaaye shun, aapani andar Jatayu chhej nahi.
- Milind Gadhavee
To one, pure-heart of love,
Worldly wisdom is vain;
Him, whom pride fails to move,
All honour seems so feign.
When easy 'tis to swim,
And harder to get sunk,
In such a pure life-stream,
A dip in Ganges' dunk.
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This is translation of a muktak (a type of quatrain) in Gujarati by Prabhulal Dwivedi, transliteration of the original as under:
hrdayna shuddha premine nigamnan jñyana ochan che,
na parava manani to ye badhan sanmana ochan che,
tari javun bahu sahelun che, mushkil dubavun jemane,
ai nirmal ras-saritathi ganga snana ochan che.
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Translation |07.01.14 |
When I was He was not,
With He there I am not,
Narrow goes the love street,
For two space there is not.
O keep light loads on I —
Loads scarce can ye carry,
Lighten thy ego’s load —
And lighter shall ye fly.
Knock, knock, who’s at the door?
Me, it’s me, came the lore,
You, me, where’s space for two?
And knocks came nary more,
Returning long later,
It’s you, called the caller,
Prompt was he welcomed in
As one — the scene and seer!
Good if tomorrows teach,
But for today ye reach,
Now’s the time to live in,
Good if goes every itch.
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Musings | 06.02.2023 | ego, love,
Poet’s note: The first of five quatrains in the form of epigram is due to Kabeer, Prem galee ati sankaree. As to the second: the first-person singular pronoun huñ in Gujarati meaning I comes with a dot on the consonant. A heavy or big dot is deemed as undue load, luggage of ego. In love, till me and mine, you and me remain, the two in love remain apart, oneness never happens. The remaining three also talk on the same theme.
On fruitless life how long dwell on should I?
On needless strife how long dwell on should I?
Let me salute my foe’s fairest friendship,
On faults and gripe how long dwell on should I?
That far off dweller we fail to follow,
His irks so rife-- how long dwell on should I?
On her dreams to flower that have faded--
On bud not ripe how long dwell on should I?
Despite my lifelong love who twirls her face,
On such a wife how long dwell on should I?
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Ghazal |03.07.2025| life, heartbroken
A ghazal fashioned on one in Gujarati by Harsh Brahmabhatt-- nakam zindagi pe socha karenge kab tak.
If biscuit dipped in curry’s what he likes,
What use needless flurry on what he likes?
O be not so narrow-minded a man,
At least east-west marry in what he likes.
Let them say, ne’er the twain shall meet,
If they do, why worry in what he likes.
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Ghazal (tongue-in-cheek) |01.11.2024|humour, east-west
Poet’s note: Dipping a biscuit in tea seems widely accepted a practice. In west a scientific study (yes, scientific) has been done on how long a biscuit should ideally be dipped in tea. Around four seconds, it says. A little less and the biscuit is not optimally soft. A little more, and it would be too soggy, and a portion might even fall in tea. But here is this guy who dips his biscuit in daal (Indian curry)! This short Ghazal of three couplets has its own take on it.
Poet’s note: based on a Gujarati Muktak by Naaz Mangroli as under:
Daal nee saathe ae biscuit khaye chhe,
Aemaan taaraa baapnu shun jaaye chhe?
Sankuchit drishhtinu taaree shun karu?
Poorva-pashchim aektaa to thaaye chhe!
A book of verses underneath the bough,
A jug of wine, a loaf of bread—and thou
Beside me singing in the wilderness—
Oh, wilderness were paradise enow.
(Omar Khayyam’s (1048-1131 CE) well-known quatrain (Rubai). Its translation was done by Fitzgerald as above. Now look at the following translation done by me of a Gujarati Muktak by Somsundar Soori (Vikram Samwat 1430-1499, older by about 54 years as compared to CE)).
Nature’s drape of cool sunny sand,
Sunshade of green trees, time in hand,
And buttermilk amply supplied,
Pray, what more would paradise lend?
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Reflections |22.08.2023| quatrain, poetry
Poet’s note: Both the foregoing quatrains have similar poetic thought. Does it mean that poet Soori copied the thought from Khayyam, who happened earlier? No, similar thoughts do sometimes strike poets.
Old breath no life has tolerated,
Strange, most change finds itself deserted.
Odd, this friendship I’ve cultivated,
By fighting with self fosters ahead.
It sounds so weird, my steadfast head
By ceaseless changes has been so made.
The coolness by scorching me I’ve forged,
Funny, it’s now hotly coveted.
The success that lets me stay seated,
Strange, to a-migrant-me was wedded.
I’ve always drained myself from within,
Only thence was this depth conceded.
Peculiar, what the world in me liked,
By appreciating all was added.
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This piece in anapaest tri-meter was inspired by a Gujarati poem by Vicky Trived, but is no translation.
Ghazal |06.10.2021| Introspection
Poet’s note: Be it in spirituality or in poetry, it is a journey to reach one’s Self. Of course, it may be argued that poetry is the means to reach out to the world through the philosophy of understanding it and the self. This Ghazal, Is Not It Strange, highlights the contradictions experienced in this journey.
With her pet toy in hand and playing,
In mother’s lap, a strange smile lurking,
To her lullaby whilst listening,
Eyes on Ma, at last succumbs to sleep,
Here’s happiness for me sound asleep.
Their heavy school bags left way aside,
Uniforms too thrown on whatso side,
Back from bunking class, leave un-applied,
Bare bodied when children dance in rain,
Here’s happiness for me sans restrain.
Dreams and young desires dancing in mind,
Two teenagers in tender love blind,
At the appointed place do when find
And haply together smile their smiles,
Here’s happiness to me that beguiles.
Dawns a day, and Ma wakes up early,
Finds the house bare and rather lonely,
And lo, the door-bell rings suddenly,
Her daughter and kids hug her in glee,
Here is crest of happiness to me.
One eve, the sun prepares when to pack,
I see grandpa— nigh bent at the back,
Nostalgic, playing old songs from rack
When breaks into dance that transcends age,
That’s happiness to me freed from cage.
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Based on a Gujarati poem by Shyamal Munshi, titled:
mane to sukh eman dekhaya, transliteration as follows:
ek ramakdun lai mana-gamatun,
mana khole hasatun ramatun,
mithan halardan sambhaltun,
mani same jotun balak unghi jaye,
mane to sukh eman dekhaye.
bhar bharelan daftar khakhi,
ek divas khunaman nakhi,
ninshal man pan chutti rakhi,
bhai-bandho sau thai ughada bhar varshaman nhaye,
mane to sukh eman dekhaye.
ichao laine ubheli,
ek chokari preme gheli,
nishchit sthane pahonchi vaheli,
premi ne jotan ni sathe acherun malakaye,
mane to sukh eman dekhaye.
ek divas ma vaheli jage,
ghar khali-kham sunun lage,
ghar no bel achanak vage,
‘ne bachhane lai dikari malava avi jaye,
mane to sukh eman dekhaye.
chho kede thi hoy valela,
ek sanj ni dubati vela,
dada sahu mitroni bhela,
juni filmo yad kari ne junan gito gaye,
mane to sukh eman dekhaye.
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Translations | 02.01.14 |
Hither all her desires, thither my fires,
Balancing both, burden became my life.
In hope of love I walked with wilderness,
Breathe in, breathe out, mundane became my life.
For an excuse to smile, I just shed tears,
Crematorium’s cauldron became my life.
You came to my world, to a wrong address,
To blessings beholden became my life.
Flowers vie with thorns in this dual world,
What a prickly garden became my life!
To a tinderbox of bamboo forest
You came and golden fire became my life.
As time passed more embolden you became,
You a warden, pardon became my life.
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Ghazal |16.03.2025 | life, love, desire, expectations
Note: Most people are stuck with two types of life: one that is lived, and the other he wishes to live. This Ghazal depicts this dilemma that often persists till the grave. In a way it says without saying so. The opening line in the couplet (matlaa) is without kafia and radeef. Inspired by a Gujarati poem by Venibhai Purohit, but no translation.