వన్ ఇండియా కవితకు అనువాదం
ah, where from this dog
following like a persistent shadow...
like soul and body;
need any introduction...? Is familiarity enough
to walk together...? Meetings, accidental
mere reflex actions...paths merge
and fall apart abruptly
eyes look far away focussing yonder the sky
at some remote destination
pull...pull the bow-string to your ears
as much as the bow is prepared to be stretched
to its limit backwards...an anonymous energy
roars and roars from within and gets released
sss...rrr..r...r dashing towards the target
anticipated victory on hand; an empty bottle that breaks
sound of endless clapping all around...
drunkenness spreads like a layer of snowfall
how can you emerge a victor over yourself
when you do not know who you are-
did dharmaraja gain or lose in the end?
Walking unfamiliar paths
doesn't one finally collapse...move away...escape
upon finally asserting that people are mere illusions?
each unto one's self as one is engrossed in
victories, reaching goals, soaring to heaven...all get
reduced to trash in the bin...when all bonds
are relatively re-defined, does the dog
alone stand as the symbol of faith?
once determined that to remain alone is inevitable,
what value does the fellow-traveller carry?
once the fruit severs itself from the branch,
the transactions that follow are considered
consumables across the continents;
all that remains is the moral dilemma of
‘what will you give when I come to you' and
‘what will you get for me when you come to me!'
--degeneration from ‘we' to ‘I' with no ‘we-sensitivity'
when one turns back suddenly to take stock,
the dog that so far followed isn't any where
it's still void when void is subtracted from void;
when zero placed on either side of numeral one laughs,
what's the value of the lonesome number?
At the moment of confronting the dilemma of
the dog that kept on following...
that disappeared... and the absence it left behind,
and at the moment of micro-analysing the depths of
the direct and inverse relationships, he failed to
sight his destination...snow-storm all around
freezing the eyes... and scattered showers
- Prof. Raamaa Chandra Mouli
ఆంగ్లానువాదం: Indira Babbellapati, Andhra university