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May. 5th, 2011 06:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nh4everMera naam
mummy papa ne diya
Mere dost ka
kise sant ne
Mere pyer ke beech
eak linga
aur mere beheno ke peat ke neeche eak kok
Toh voh ladki aur meh ladka
Bhagwan,
tumhara naam aur linga par hak
tumhe kayse mila?
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I was sleeping
when they made such a racket
Mallikarjun (Lord white as jasmine)
Sangameshwar (God of the meeting [rivers])
Allah
God
Tara
Jehovah
I looked to where they were yelling
getting excited
And blinking open sleepy eyes
saw only yelling
Eves opened then
and instead of looking
for what they were yelling about
simply i saw
And seeing
wondered why they all lied
and named these names
to mislead us
But perhaps
who knows
if they had not been yelling
i would never have opened my eyes.
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They told you
he will never know us
unless he lives in poverty with us
Obediently, O my foolish master*
you sent me out
naked onto the world
But
you forgot to take the pass-key
to the heart treasure-house of gold
Which swung wide open to
"thy will be done"
Of what use it it
to take my blanket
and leave me contentment
To take food
and give me morning
Worse
You gave them all rubbish
and expect me to feel jealous
of people who live in walls
afraid to meet my eyes
that i might ask something of them
Give up, give up
O my foolish master
your going about it the wrong way
Stop giving us what we ask for;
simply give us the key
and make us all rich.
*bad play on the name of shiva; "bhoole nath" (bhoole=simple/simpleton nath=master)
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When did a mosquito ever come to kill me
Or a poor man say no
When i asked for plenty
you took away my heart
That feeling a hungry man's gaze
My hands remain steady
while taking a silver spoon up to my mouth
That the moan of the sick
echos' not in my dreams
O take this stone away.
I want a heart that beats!
and you better let it keep the rhythm of your damru;
the drum beats in tired footsteps and stifled moans
and so beating,
set the world afire with its dance
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No man is ever so lonely
as with things he cant bear to share
No man is ever so cold
as when afraid of being hurt
No man will ever grow up
who wants people to think he is
No man can ever be happy
when afraid of a little hurt.
mummy papa ne diya
Mere dost ka
kise sant ne
Mere pyer ke beech
eak linga
aur mere beheno ke peat ke neeche eak kok
Toh voh ladki aur meh ladka
Bhagwan,
tumhara naam aur linga par hak
tumhe kayse mila?
------------------------------------------
I was sleeping
when they made such a racket
Mallikarjun (Lord white as jasmine)
Sangameshwar (God of the meeting [rivers])
Allah
God
Tara
Jehovah
I looked to where they were yelling
getting excited
And blinking open sleepy eyes
saw only yelling
Eves opened then
and instead of looking
for what they were yelling about
simply i saw
And seeing
wondered why they all lied
and named these names
to mislead us
But perhaps
who knows
if they had not been yelling
i would never have opened my eyes.
-------------------------------------------------------------
They told you
he will never know us
unless he lives in poverty with us
Obediently, O my foolish master*
you sent me out
naked onto the world
But
you forgot to take the pass-key
to the heart treasure-house of gold
Which swung wide open to
"thy will be done"
Of what use it it
to take my blanket
and leave me contentment
To take food
and give me morning
Worse
You gave them all rubbish
and expect me to feel jealous
of people who live in walls
afraid to meet my eyes
that i might ask something of them
Give up, give up
O my foolish master
your going about it the wrong way
Stop giving us what we ask for;
simply give us the key
and make us all rich.
*bad play on the name of shiva; "bhoole nath" (bhoole=simple/simpleton nath=master)
----------------------------------------------------------
When did a mosquito ever come to kill me
Or a poor man say no
When i asked for plenty
you took away my heart
That feeling a hungry man's gaze
My hands remain steady
while taking a silver spoon up to my mouth
That the moan of the sick
echos' not in my dreams
O take this stone away.
I want a heart that beats!
and you better let it keep the rhythm of your damru;
the drum beats in tired footsteps and stifled moans
and so beating,
set the world afire with its dance
------------------------------------------------------------
No man is ever so lonely
as with things he cant bear to share
No man is ever so cold
as when afraid of being hurt
No man will ever grow up
who wants people to think he is
No man can ever be happy
when afraid of a little hurt.