Plaint Of A Bird
(Ek Parinde Ki Faryad)
The memory
of the past times haunts me,
Those springs
of the garden, those chirpings of ours,
Those freedoms
of our own nest is no more,
Coming in by
own will, going out by own will,
My heart gets
hurt the moment I recall,
The smile of
buds on the tears of the dew,
That charming
countenance, that lovely statuette,
Whose existence
made thrive my nest,
Her wails don’t
reach my prison,
O how I wish!
My release was in my reach,
What an
unfortunate am I, desiring anxiously for home!
My companions
in the garden, I am lying in the prison!
The spring has
arrived, the buds of flowers are blooming,
In this dark
cell, I am cursing my own misfortune,
O God! Whom should
I tell the sufferings of this prison,
I fear, I may
die of sorrow here itself in the prison,
Since leaving
the garden, my condition is this,
My heart is enduring the grief, grief is
depressing my heart,
Taking it to be
a song, listeners shouldn’t be amused,
This wail is
the plaint of an afflicted heart,
Release me O
the person who made me captivated!
I, a speechless
captive, releasing me feel blessed!
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