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What’s fond food to pigs and donkeys?
What use jewels to beasts, birds and bees?
Music to deaf, lamp to the blind,
In scriptures what the fools would find?
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Translation |12.10.2024| food, jewels, birds, music, fools
Poet’s note: Sanskrit has thousands of verses of wisdom called Subhashhitam. It is no use discussing scriptures to fools. It is like the choicest food to pigs and donkeys, jewels to birds and bees, lamp to blind, and music to deaf. The transliteration of the Sanskrit verse follows:
Kim ishtam annam khara sookaraanaam,
kim ratna-haarah mriga pakshhinaam cha |
Andhasyam deepah, badhirasyam geetam,
moorkhasyam kim shaastra kathaa prasangah ||
Holy books differ, differ their adage,
No one sage whose word is a standard gauge,
As roots of virtue deep down lay,
Wherefrom the wise walked be the way.
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Translation |06.10.2024| scriptures, path of virtue,
Poet’s note: Sanskrit has thousands of verses of wisdom called Subhashhitam. A question was asked as to what is the right and virtuous path to follow. In answer comes this verse. Shrtis and Smrtis : Two main sources of learning and knowledge in ancient India. Few things were written down in those days. Hence shrtis, what is heard, and smrtis, included all that is remembered, contemplated upon, and also sanskaaras. This verse comes from Mahabharata’s Yaksha Prashna episode in Aadi Parva. The transliteration of the Sanskrit verse follows:
Shritir vibhinnaa smritayah cha bhinnaa, na ekah munih yasya vachah pramaanam |
Dharmasya tattvam nihitam guhaayaam, mahaa-janah yena gatah sah panthaah ||
Fair-heart to broken-hearts no one could be,
Man seldom in this world humane could be,
Forbid me, but in today’s telling times,
Rights-raven scarce duty-driven could be.
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Translation | 07.11.2025 | duty, heart, human, raven, quatrain
Note: Hak-pasanda = rights-raven, one who’s conscious of his rights and privileges, Hukamaraan = duty-driven, or conscious about his responsibilities. The transliteration of the Urdu follows:
Tute diloñka koi kadardan na ho saka,
Insan is jahan meiñ insan na ho saka,
Hairan huñ maiñ ke aj ke is dor meiñ kabhi
Kyuñ hak-pasand koi hukamaran na ho saka? - Basheer, a poet from Kashmir
Patradoot or The Messenger 3/Many
Originally written in Hindi by my late
father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor
English version by Ravindra K Kapoor
The moment you will hear, the voice of my heart,
You will become pious, like the showering raindrops,
Taking shapes from my expressions,
To shower the rains of Love, on my beloved’s heated heart.
Ravindra
Kanpur India. 11th May 2010 to continue in 4
Transliteration of Hindi poem in English- Patradoot or the Messenger.
Sunte Hi Sangeet Hradaya Ka,
Tu Pavitra Ho Jayega,
Udgaron Ka Rup Dharega,
Prem Virsti Burseyega.
By Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor
Freedom Fighter and writer, Poet & Dramatist
(1889-1994)
Background of this Epic
The Patradoot was written originally by my later father
Dr.Amar Nath Kapoor in 1932. He had joined India’s
Freedom struggle in 1920 on the call of Mahatma Gandhi.
From 1920 till 1947 (India got freedom in 15th Aug. 1947)
my father was in active movement as Congressman and
Gandhi’s non violent soldier. For many a time he was
imprisoned for many months to more than a years sometimes.
During one such imprisonment he wrote this epic and sent
it to my mother secretly as a gift for her and to get it printed
and circulated among the masses to create awareness for
India’s freedom. The book was printed by my mother in
Hindi and some of this epic was circulated also, but the
British confiscated the book and press of my father around
1933. I was born in 1950 in a free India. I am trying to bring
this great writing of my father in English which portrays more
than the translation of the epic, so the world may
come to know about this otherwise lost and forgotten great
great epic and the sacrifices of my patents towards India’s
freedom struggle.
Gandhi Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor left active politics after 1947
and devoted rest of his life in
writing easy mass literature and wrote many Dramas,
Poetry books, epics. All his other literary
works were mainly written from 1955 to 1990.
He left this mortal world in 1994. Unfortunately many of his
World class work could not be published so far and Patradoot
is one of them.
Ravindra
Words voiced, right time and stead,
E’en clichéd, trite, sound enticing,
As disrobing in bed
Be fetching and fascinating.
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Translation |17.09.2024| poem, right time
Poet’s note: Sanskrit has thousands of verses of wisdom called Subhashhitam. This one is taken from my selection of translations, and second one of the twain. It talks of a poem read at the right time. The first one was one not read at the right time. The example given here to illustrate the point is also striking and humorous. The transliteration of the Sanskrit verse follows:
Avasare pathitaa vaani, guna-gana rahita api, shobhate punsaam |
Rati samaye ramaninaam, bhooshhaa haanih vibhooshhanam bhavati ||
Fragrance to gold, fruits on cane plant,
To sandalwood nor flowers sent,
To learned, long life nor riches,
Alas, there was no one to lease
To Creator some commonsense on rent!
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Tongue-in-cheek |04.01.2023| Humour
Poet’s note: Sanskrit has thousands of verses of wisdom called Subhashhitam. The poet here takes an imaginary trip to the time of Creation, and points out to some lacunae in creation, to wonder in the end if there was any one to give some common sense to the Creator! I would rather feel, God should have given men good sense not to give any unwanted advice. The transliteration of the Sanskrit verse follows:
Gandhah suvarne, phalam ikshu dande, na aakaari pushhpam khalu chandaneshhu |
Vidvaan dhanaadhyah na tu deergha-jeevee, dhaatrih puraa kah api na buddhidaa abhoot ||
They dwell in a far off dry wood,
Browse but on hardy grass no good,
Drink left o’er water in restraint,
Even then, poor deer do get slain.
Who can amuse men of mean mood?
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Translation |19.10.2024|men, deer, please
Poet’s note: Sanskrit has thousands of verses of wisdom called Subhashhitam. Here it says: ever scared of men, deer dwell far off in the forest, browse on hardy grass, and drink water left over for them. Even then they are hunted down by men. Who can please, placate these ruthless men? The transliteration of the Sanskrit verse follows:
Vasanti aranyeshu, charanti doorvaah,
pibanti toyaan a-parigrahaani |
Tathaa api vadhyaa harinaa naraanaam,
kah lokam aaraadhayitum samarthah ||
I’m a poet, others more so as well,
The difference still need be brought home.
Fine, Ra and La do closely dwell,
Yet, karabh called, would kalabh come?
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Translation | 28.10.2025 | language, poets, words
Note: In Sanskrit pronunciations and spellings are closely aligned. Now, the pronunciation of the consonants ra and la arise from a close by places in the mouth. Yet, the difference, how so small, is still there. Karabha means the young of camel, and lalabha, that of elephant. There are poets and poets, different are their poetic ways. How so small be the difference, it is still there. Transliteration of Sanskrit is as under:
Aham api pare api kavayah
Tathaa api param antaram pari-jnyeyam |
Aikyam ra-la yoh api yadi
Tat kim karabha aayate kalabhah ||Subhashhitam ||
Youth gone, lust goes a lump lily,
Wealth on wane, withers family,
Water drained, vanishes the lake,
Truth once dawns, world looks nigh but fake.
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Translation |25.10.2024| lust, family, lake, truth/reality, world
Poet’s note: Sanskrit has thousands of verses of wisdom called Subhashhitam. This verse strikes good rhymes with kaama-vikaarah, parivaarah, kaasaarah, and samsaarah. It points out what happens when something crucial vanishes. The transliteration of the Sanskrit verse follows:
Vayasi gate kah kaama-vikaarah,
kshheene vitte kah parivaarah |
Shushhke neere kah kaasaarah,
jnyaate tattve kah samsaarah ||
Let Lanka be made all of gold,
Still, O Lakshman, it leaves me cold.
Greater goes mother, motherland,
How so grand hails heaven’s dreamland.
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Translation | 21.10.2025 | gold, dreamland, heaven, mother, motherland
Note: Taken from Ramayana. The war is won, Lanka conquered, welcome are they as guests in this golden land. Yet, victorious Rama is eager to go back to his kingdom. Why? The verse explains here. The transliteration of the Sanskrit verse:
Api svarna-mayee lankaa na me lakshmana rochate |
Jananee janma-bhoomih cha svargaat api gareeyasee || Ramayana ||