Who knows his mind, may not his good,
Who knows his good, may not his mind,
Rare is a learned with good heart,
A drug that works, tastes well’s rare kind.
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Translation |26.10.2024|good heart, good mind
Poet’s note: Sanskrit has thousands of verses of wisdom called Subhashhitam. A man that knows his mind (maneeshhinah) may not know his good (hitaishhinah). He that knows his good may not know his mind. He who is learned and of good heart is rare. As a drug that works well and is also tastes well is rare. The transliteration of the Sanskrit verse follows:
Maneeshhinah santi na te hitaishhinah,
hitaishhinah santi na te maneeshhinah |
Suhrat cha vidvaan api durlabhah nrinaam,
yathaa aushhadham svaadu hitam su-durlabham ||
There’s no council without wise old,
Nor old that vouch dharma nor virtue,
No virtue, truth would not uphold,
Nor truth free from fraudulent hue!
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Translation |20.10.2024|assembly, old, virtue, truth, trickery
Poet’s note: Sanskrit has thousands of verses of wisdom called Subhashhitam. This verse is taken from Mahabharata, Sabha Parva. Draupadi was molested in the royal court despite the presence of wise old people like Bheeshma, Drona, Vidur, and Kripacharya. They were all talking about dharma while allowing such a thing to happen. (What Draupadi said is valid; what Duryodhan argued is also not invalid…) The transliteration of the Sanskrit verse follows:
Na saa sabhaa yatra na santi vriddhaah,
vriddhah na te ye na vadanti dharmam |
Dharmah na vai yatra cha na asti satyam,
satyam na tat yat chhala na anu-viddhyam ||
Lè yon fanm renmen ou
Ou pa ka fè anyen mal
Ou ka chame li ak yon ti chanson
Nan men ou, li pa bezwen anpil.
Lè yon fanm renmen ou
Mond lan sanble li trè bèl
Tout bagay anfò, an pinpan
Lè yon fanm adore ou.
Se tout ane a ki printan
Ti zwazo yo ap repoze e yap chante
Timoun yo ap jwe e yap ri
Gen anpil bonè ak kè kontan.
Lè ou voye flè pou li
Lè ou bay li bèl bijou
Li bo ou tankou yon ti bebe
E li ba ou akolad pou tout yon ane.
Lè yon fanm renmen ou
Ou santi ou ekstrèmman byen
Kay la gen anpil, yon dividal manje
Paske li bay ase pou vant ou plin.
Lè yon fanm renmen ou
Syèl la klere epi li ble
Lanmè a manyifik e trè klè
Lè yon fanm renmen ou.
Lè yon fanm renmen ou
Solèy la cho e li pike
Nwaj yo ap vwayaje
Lè yon fanm adore ou.
Copyright © fevriye 2020, Hébert Logerie, Tout dwa rezève.
Hébert Logerie se otè plizyè koleksyon powèm.
This is a translation of the poem When A Woman Loves You by Hebert Logerie
Renmenm kounye a pandan ke
Mwen ka renmen ou an retou
Renmenm kounye a kant, a volonte
Mwen ka limen epi etenn dife an
Renmenm kounye a pandan, ankò
Mwen ka respire fasil kom yon chantè
Renmenm kounye a pandan ke
Mwen ka wè bote ou byen klè
Pa tann demen oswa yon lòt jou
Lè mwen pa ka wè lakansyèl yo ankò
Lèm pa ka mache pou kont mwen sou twotwa a
Ak lè mwen pa ka santi bon freshè le maten
Pa jis renmenm 'nan Jou Sen Valenten
Renmenm tou mèm lè kem vinn devye
Renmenm kounye a oswa jamè
Pou mwen ka beni ak chans san fen
Kèlkeswa eta mwen ak atitid mwen
Kontinye rete dosil e trete ak jantiyès
Nanm mwen, kè mwen
Ak kò mwen, anvan kem di orevwa.
P.S. Tradiksyon 'Love Me Now Or Never'.
Copyright © Fevriye 2022, Hébert Logerie, Tout dwa rezève
Hébert Logerie se otè plizyè koleksyon pwezi.
I heard many times before
When sad and emotional
the mothers become trees
And cloud, when they get more sorrow
And a piece of rosary
when they are more than sorry
I knew long ago, the Annas and Paisas
that grandmother carried at partition time
are stale coins now
Like country, like the river Padma
mothers are being divided and exhausted
And they used to sacrifice
I have seen many times before
Lighting evening lamps at holy basil base
Praying before the divine mother Laxmi
Spraying river water after immolation of idols
And chanting 'Oma Santi' hymns ...
Mothers always wish prosperity
I thought long ago that
Jerusalem via Nabadwip is a long distance
And the journey is impossible beyond border
Yes, I have seen a mother's womb and
Mother Teresa as well
Mothers are God, become God in the Order
“I don't really wanna know what makes you leave, or when you'll be back.
I just wanna know what will make me cry at your arrival.”
? Ade Santi
Was a cold and dismal night, you strode out
Why did your mind choose such a time to leave
What was so important, you had no doubt
This was the now, you so strongly believed.
Our life was on an even plateau, yes
boring at times, did we see each other.
Familiarity breeds hope I guess
Yet did not look and we did not bother.
Yet on your return how will I behave
Welcome home, or ask you why have you come
Do I want to cry, beg you like a slave
Or turn the other cheek, what's done is done
I bury my thoughts too raw to expose
As I buried the love, under my nose
Penned 17 March 2015
deer mister god: momy said i coud rite a leter by mysef to you
i'd lik to talk on the fone with you but this wil half to do
id reely lik to set on yur lap, ticle you and pul yur beerd
maybee sumday i can do that if you woudn think me weerd
i want you to no i ben good and go to churc and sundy skool
my sundy skool techer has ben teaching us the goldy rool
be sur to be in churc next sundy, il show you my nuu shooz
il make sur dady nos yur ther so he wont tak his snooz
ther is sum things i ben wantin to ask you about
is it ok if i dont have to eat all my brusel sprout
momy says you ar al around us but i have nevr seen you
ar you playin hid and seek and playin triks on me too
nuther thing i ben wunder about is who invented lite
wuz it you or mister edisun pleaz tel me wich is rite
tel me what reely hapen to al them dinersors
and why do dadies have to fite in al the wars
momy says im geting a litle bruthr but wont you tak pity
what i reely want frum you or santi claws is a flufy kity
i luv you as many as the stars and want you as my frien
tak good care uf yursef mister god yur pen pal mary ann
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
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