The Winds of Wonder

“Make me thy lyre” — Fais de moi ta lyre

When the wind got lost in emerald of the trees

A whistle from alert leaves went to the sky;

A substance denser than body of the flame

Went out in search of a form that bears no death;

There was resplendent beauty in every smile,

To find which discarded  were all other gains;

“Let me be with you,” jubilantly cried the wind,                                

“Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is.”

26 October 2024

“मम तव वीणा कुरु” ।

यदा वायुः वृक्षाणां हरितवर्णे नष्टः अभवत्

सजगशाखाभ्यः एकः संकेतः आकाशं प्रति अगच्छत्;

एकः संकेतः आकाशं गतः;

ज्वालाशरीरात् सघनतरः पदार्थः

निर्गतवान् रूपं अन्वेष्टुं यत् मृत्युं न वहति;

प्रत्येकं स्मिते तेजस्वी सौन्दर्यम् आसीत्,

अन्ये सर्वे लाभाः काः परित्यक्ताः इति अन्वेष्टुं;

“अहं त्वया सह भवेयम्” इति हर्षेण आक्रोशितवान् वायुः ।

“कृणुष्व मे तव वीणा यथा वनम्।”

२६ अक्टोबर २०२४

Oh, lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud!

I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed!

Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is. …

Ode to the West Wind — Percy B Shelley

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/45134/ode-to-the-west-wind