मेरा पता - अमृता प्रीतम

Another one by Amrita Pritam. As they say, you can't cage someone who is meant to fly. Its a sin. Like cutting feathers of a bird who wants to fly high in her free spirits. Here it goes:


मेरा पता

अज मैं आपणें घर दा नंबर मिटाइआ है


ते गली दे मत्थे ते लग्गा गली दा नांउं हटाइया है


ते हर सड़क दी दिशा दा नाउं पूंझ दित्ता है


पर जे तुसां मैंनूं ज़रूर लभणा है


तां हर देस दे, हर शहर दी, हर गली दा बूहा ठकोरो


इह इक सराप है, इक वर है


ते जित्थे वी सुतंतर रूह दी झलक पवे


– समझणा उह मेरा घर है।


Hindi translation:


आज मैंने अपने घर का नंबर मिटाया है


और गली के माथे पर लगा गली का नाम हटाया है


और हर सड़क की दिशा का नाम पोंछ दिया है


पर अगर आपको मुझे ज़रूर पाना है


तो हर देश के, हर शहर की, हर गली का द्वार खटखटाओ


यह एक शाप है, एक वर है


और जहाँ भी आज़ाद रूह की झलक पड़े


– समझना वह मेरा घर है।

Main Tenu Fer Milangi - Amrita Pritam

Amrita Pritam, one of the best when it comes to punjabi literature. A woman of her own kind. Magician of words, someone who knew the art of expressing emotions flawlessly. Raw, true to her heart. She wrote on Partition and how it affected women. She also wrote about love. Her Silent love with Sahir Ludhianvi, though , never materialized, is well known among literature lovers. How the two, never expressed anything to each other, and still the love flourished. Here it goes...

Main Tenu Fer Milangi

I will meet you again

Kithe? Kis trah? Pata nahi

Shayad tere Takhiye di Chinag banke

Tere Canvas te Utrangi

Ya Khore teri Canvas dey Utte

Ik Rahasmayi Lakir Banke

Khamosh Tenu Takdi Rawangi

Jaa Khore Suraj ki Loo banke

Tere Ranga vich Ghulangi

Jaa Ranga diyan Bahwa vich beth ke

Teri Canvas nu Wlangi

Pata nahi Kis Trah-Kithe

Par Tenu Zarur Milangi

Jaa Khore Ik Chashma bani Howangi

Te jivan Jharneya da Paani udd da

Main Pani diyan Bunda

Tere Pind te Malangi

Te Ik Thandak jahi banke

Teri Chhaati de naal Lagangi

Main Hor Kuch nahi Jaandi

Par Ena Jaandi

Ki Waqt jo v karega

Ae Janam Mere naal Turega

Ae Jism Mukkda hai

Tan Sab Kuch Mukk janda

Par Cheteyan dey Dhaage

Kaayenaati Kana dey Hunde

Main unha kana nu chunagi

Dhageyan nu walangi

Te tenu main fer milangi

English translation:

I will meet you yet again

How and where? I know not.

Perhaps I will become a

figment of your imagination

and maybe, spreading myself

in a mysterious line

on your canvas,

I will keep gazing at you.

Perhaps I will become a ray

of sunshine, to be

embraced by your colours.

I will paint myself on your canvas

I know not how and where –

but I will meet you for sure.

Maybe I will turn into a spring,

and rub the foaming

drops of water on your body,

and rest my coolness on

your burning chest.

I know nothing else

but that this life

will walk along with me.

When the body perishes,

all perishes;

but the threads of memory

are woven with enduring specks.

I will pick these particles,

weave the threads,

and I will meet you yet again.