Main Tenu Fer Milangi
Kithe? Kis trah? Pata nahi Shayad tere Takhiyl 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
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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. (Translated by Nirupama Dutt)
