Tuesday, November 29, 2016

चलते चलते मुजे कोइ मिल गया था

Chalte Chalte Lyrics and Translation: Let’s Learn Urdu-Hindi

Meena Kumar shines as Pakeezah in the beloved mujra song "Chalte Chalte."
Meena Kumar shines as the golden-hearted Pakeezah in the beloved mujra song “Chalte Chalte.”
For our next song, we provide an English translation of the timeless lyrics of Pakeezah’sChalte Chalte.” The film Pakeezah (1971) instantly reached legendary Bollywood status upon its release, due in part to the ethereal musical score, brilliant Urdu dialogue, lavish sets, but also from its star Meena Kumari’s untimely death within a week of the premiere. This song is known everywhere, and the beauty of Meena and Lata’s performance truly speaks for itself. My parents have old home videos of 4-year-old me draping a chunni on my head and attempting to dance and sing along with her during this song. It’s hard to put that kind of impact into words, but you can tell it’s profound.
Anyway.
Meena Kumari dazzles her audience with “Chalte Chalte” in Pakeezah (1971)
An interesting facet of this song is the interwoven theme of the train ride. For anyone familiar with film theory, “the train” has a fascinating and critically important role in cinematic history across the globe. Likened to films themselves, the train transports you to a different world and takes you on a brief journey that can leave you different from when you started. It is a theme heavily explored by early French filmmakers first experimenting with the medium (you may remember the loving references to the Lumiere brother’s Arrival of a Train at La Ciotat Station (1895) in Hugo!), and in Indian cinema, trains play no less an important role. Like Satyajit Ray’s famous Pather Panchali (1955) which pivoted on the introduction of a train whistle across the quiet sugarcane fields, so too does the world of Pakeezah hinge on the sound of a distant train whistle incorporated into the score at the end of the song. For trains can represent that journey from tradition to modernity, from reality to fantasy, and for Pakeezah as well as Kamal Amrohi’s viewers entering a hidden, dying world of ornamentation, the train is a vehicle of escape.
Gesturing to the moon, Meena Kumari waits for her mysterious admirer to find her again in Pakeezah (1971)
“Chalte Chalte” will absolutely leave you wishing for more, so make sure you watch the movie if you ever want to claim cultural competency. To read more about this film, check out our post on behind-the-scenes Pakeezah trivia! Enjoy our full lyrics and English translation to “Chalte Chalte” below!

Chalte Chalte Lyrics and Translation:

Chalte chalte yuu.N hii koi mil gaya tha
I met someone by chance while walking
Sare raah chalte chalte
Walking around the path
Wohii thamke rah gayii hai
The night suddenly came to a standstill
Meri raat dhalte dhalte
Just as it was about to fade away
Jo kahii gayii na mujhse
What I was unable to voice
Woh zamaanaa keh rahaa hai
The world is now saying
Ki fasaanaa ban gayii hai
That a fable has been created
Meri baat talte talte
From those words which evaded me
Shab-e-intezaar aakhir kabhi hogi mukhtasar bhi
That night of waiting will after all shorten soon
Yeh chiraag bhuj rahi hai
These lamps are dying
Mere saath jalte jalte
As they burn alongside me

Glossary:

raah: path; zamaanaa: the world; fasaanaa: fable, legend; baat: words, incident, matter; talna: to evade, to escape; shab-e-intezaar: night of waiting; mukhtasar: short, soon; chiraag: flame
The production value of this film is ridiculous.
It’s always slightly bothered me that after the first antra the two back-up dancers start twirling, and after the second turn, get completely off-sync since the genius on the right goes a little too fast for the music. Kamal Amrohi cuts quickly to the next shot when this starts happening, so you might say it’s not a huge deal per se, but for someone who was such a neurotic perfectionist, how did this slip by him? It just gets to me every time. Or am I over-thinking this?

Sunday, November 27, 2016

इन्हीं लोगों ने -मजरूह सुल्तानपुरी

इन्हीं लोगों ने - Inhi Logon Ne (Lata Mangeshkar, Pakeezah)

ह्या लोकांनी ओढून घेतला दुपट्टा माझा 
दुपट्टा हे कोमलता आणि लज्जा ह्यांचे प्रतीक आहे)
माझ्यावर विश्वास नसेल तर कापड दुकानदाराला विचारा 
ज्याने हा छोटासा कपडा सोन्याचे नाणे घेऊन मला  विकला 
माझ्यावर विश्वास नसेल तर प्रियारंगार्याला विचारा
ज्याने माझ्या दुपट्ट्याला गुलाबी रंग दिला 
माझ्यावर विश्वास नसेल तर प्रियाशिपायाला  विचारा
ज्याने भर बाजारात ओढून घेतला दुपट्टा माझा



Movie/Album: पाकीज़ा (1971)
Music By: गुलाम मोहम्मद
Lyrics By: मजरूह सुल्तानपुरी
Performed By: लता मंगेशकर

इन्हीं लोगों ने, इन्हीं लोगों ने
इन्हीं लोगों ने ले लीना दुपट्टा मेरा

हमरी न मानो बजजवा से पूछो
हमरी न मानो सैंया, बजजवा से पूछो
जिसने, जिसने अशरफ़ी गज़ दीना दुपट्टा मेरा

हमरी न मानो रँगरेजवा से पूछो
हमरी न मानो सैयां
जिसने गुलाबी रँग दीना दुपट्टा मेरा
इन्हीं लोगों ने...

हमरी न मानो सिपहिया से पूछो
जिसने बजरिया में छीना दुपट्टा मेरा
इन्हीं लोगों ने...


यारा सीली सीली- गुलज़ार


हे प्रियकरा , विरहाची रात्र हळूहळू जळते आहे
हे धड जगण पण नाही धड मरण पण नाही

फुटलेल्या बांगडयानी तुटलेलं मनगट जोडायचा प्रयत्न करते आहे
मागच्या गल्लीत ( गतआयुष्यात )काय काय सोडून आले माहित नाहीं
पार केलेल्या रस्त्यावर परत परत चालते आहे

पायात सावली नाही ,डोक्यावर कोणाची कृपा नाही
बरोबर स्वतःची सावली सुद्धा नाही
बाहेर उजाड आहे आणि आत एकटेपणा

गुलज़ार - लेकिन -१९९०

यारा सीली सीली बिरहा की रात का जलना
यारा सीली सीली, यारा सीली सीली
ओ यारा सीली सीली, डोला सीली सीली
यारा सीली सीली बिरहा की रात का जलना

ये भी कोई जीना हैं, ये भी कोई जीना हैं
ये भी कोई मरना

(टूटे हुए चूड़ियों से जोड़ूं ये कलाई मैं
पिछले गली में जाने क्या छोड़ आई मैं ) \- २
बीते गलियों से 
बीते गलियों से, फिर से गुज़रना


(पैरों में ना साया कोई सर पे ना साये रे
मेरे साथ जाये ना मेरी परछांई रे ) \- २
बाहर उजाड़ा हैं
बाहर उजाड़ा हैं, अन्दर वीराना

Friday, November 11, 2016

रंग और नूर की बारात -साहिर लुधियानवी

रंग और नूर की बारात - Rang Aur Noor Ki Baaraat 










Movie/Album: ग़ज़ल (1964)
Music By: मदन मोहन
Lyrics By: साहिर लुधियानवी
Performed By: मो.रफ़ी


रंग और नूर की बारात किसे पेश करूँ
ये मुरादों की हंसीं रात किसे पेश करूँ


मैने जज़बात निभाए हैं उसूलों की जगह

अपने अरमान पिरो लाया हूँ फूलों की जगह
तेरे सेहरे की, ये सौगात किसे पेश करूँ
ये मुरादों की...



ये मेरे शेर, मेरे आखिरी नज़राने हैं

मैं उन अपनों में हूँ जो आज से बेगाने हैं
बे-त-आलुक्ख सी, मुलाकात किसे पेश करूँ
ये मुरादों की...



सुर्ख जोड़े की तबोताब मुबारक हो तुझे

तेरी आँखों का नया ख़्वाब मुबारक हो तुझे
मैं ये ख़्वाहिश, ये ख़यालात किसे पेश करूँ
ये मुरादों की...



कौन कहता है के चाहत पे सभी का हक़ है

तू जिसे चाहे, तेरा प्यार उसी का हक़ है
मुझसे कह दे, मैं तेरा हाथ किसे पेश करूँ
ये मुरादों की...

रंग आणि प्रकाशाची मालिका कोणाला अर्पण करू?
हि सुंदर स्वप्नांची रात्र कोणाला अर्पण करु?

मी रीतीभातींपेक्षा भावनांप्रमाणे वागत गेलो
फुलांवैजी माझ्या इच्छा माळेत गुंफल्या
तुझ्या वधुवेशाचा नजराणा कोणाला अर्पण करू?

हे माझे शब्द शेवटचा नजराणा आहेत
मी आता माझ्यापासून दुरावला गेलो आहे
आपल्या स्वप्नवत मुलाखतीच्या आठवणी कोणाला अर्पण करू?

लाल भडक वधु वेषाबद्दल तुझे अभिनंदन
डोळ्यातील मधुर स्वप्नांबद्दल तुझे अभिनंदन
माझ्या ईच्छा आकांशा कोणासमोर सादर करू?


कोण म्हणते इच्छा असण्याचा सर्वाना हक्क आहे
तुला जो आवडेल त्याच्यावर तुझा हक्क आहे
मला सांग तुझा हात कोणाच्या हातात देऊ?

Monday, January 18, 2016

बैरी पिया बड़ा बेदर्दी- - -नसरत बद्र



इश्, इश्
बैरी पिया बड़ा बेदर्दी, इश्
हो, बैरी पिया बड़ा बेदर्दी
दिल का दर्द ना जाने सौदाई
हरजाई ज़ुल्मी राम दुहाई
कैसे कहूँ कासे कहूँ हाय राम
दिल का दर्द ना जाने
ना जाने, ना जाने, ना जाने हाय
बैरी पिया बड़ा रे बेदर्दी
हो हो, बैरी पिया बड़ा बे, इश्
तू दूर जो था तो पास ही था
अब पास है तो दूर है क्यूँ
ना जाने ना जाने ना जाने ना जाने जाने
तू दूर जो था तो पास ही था
अब पास है तो दूर है क्यूँ
आ पास तो आ पहना भी दे
यह कंगना
ना सता, अब मान भी ले यह कहना
कैसे कहूँ कासे कहूँ राम राम राम राम
पागला इतना ना जाने
ना जाने, ना जाने, ना जाने जाने हाय
इश्

कैसे कहूँ कासे कहूँ राम
कंगना कहना ना माने
ना माने, ना माने, ना माने
यह कंगना बड़ा बेदर्दी
हो, यह कंगना बड़ा बेदर्दी
कंगना कहना ना माने दीवाना
आवारा, संगदिल राम दुहाई
अब मान भी जाओ ना

ना ना ना ना

तुम पास तो आओ ना

हां हां  रे हां  हां
बाहकि बाहकि बातों में तेरी
धीरे धीरे आने लगी
जुगनू ने मुझसे कहा ऐसा है यह तेरा पिया
ले ही जाएगा तेरा जिया

हां, प्यारी प्यारी बातों पे तेरी
चाँदनी भी ह्स्ने लगी
तारे मुस्कुराने लगे, हवा गुनगुनाने लगी
आसमान भी झूम उठा

कैसे कहूँ, कासे कहूँ हाई राम राम राम राम राम
पागला इतना ना जाने
ना जाने, ना जाने, ना जाने जाने जाने हाई
इश्
इश्

नसरत बद्र 

माझा वैरी बनलेला प्रियकर खूप निष्ठुर आहे. 
तो व्यवहारी; माझ्या  हृदयाचे दुख कसा जाणेल ?
तो आहे बद्चलन ; जुलूम करणारा …मी रामाचा धावा करते
कोणाला सांगू ; कसे सांगू हे रामा !

तू लांब होतास तेव्हा जवळ असल्या सारखा असायचास 
जवळ असताना एवढा दूर का राहतोस ?
ये जवळ ये आणि हे कंगन हातात घाल 

त्रास देऊ नकोस ; हे म्हणणे ऐक 

कसे सांगू ; कोणाला सांगू
हे कंगण माझे ऐकत नाही 
हे कंगन आहे खूप हट्टी
वेड कंगण  सांगितलेले ऐकत नाही 
बेवारशी ; निष्ठुर हे मी रामाचा धावा करतो 
तू जवळ तरी ये 

तुझ्या गोड गोड बोलण्याने 
 मी हळू हळू  फसायला लागले 
काजव्याने मला सांगितले 
तुझा प्रियकर गोड बोलून जीव घेऊन जाईल 

तुझ्या गोड बोलण्याने 
चांदणी पण हसायला लागली
तारे हसायला लागले ; हवा गुणगुणायला लागली 

आकाश उजळून निघाले 


Saturday, January 9, 2016

Hello darkness my old friend--Simon and Golfenker


 


Hello darkness my old friend
I’ve come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision, that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the Sounds of Silence
The introductory verse places the author in the first person, greeting and personifying ‘darkness’ as an ‘old friend’. Revisiting it to confide and speak of a ‘vision softly creeping’ that ‘left its seeds’ while the author slept. This can most likely be interpreted as a dream the author experienced. The fact that it ‘still remains’ seems to suggest it being a powerful and moving fantasy.
In restless streams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
Beneath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touch the Sound of Silence
Following the previous verse, this verse most likely describes the dream the author experienced. It narrates, in a rather exaggerated sense, how the author arrived at the climax of his dream, as shown in the line: ‘when my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light’. This could be a suggestion of an epiphany the author experienced while walking in ‘restless streams’ and ‘narrow streets’. Such a description of his environment, the ’restless streams’, could suggest feelings of turmoil. The ‘narrow streets’ evoke a sense of claustrophobia, and can be interpreted to be abysmal loneliness.  This is further amplified when he narrates how he “turned my collar to the cold and damp” in the fourth line, giving an impression of solitude. The street lamp is described to be a halo, and can be interpreted as an oasis for the author’s loneliness. Describing the ‘neon light’ being strong enough to ‘split the night’ could be used to reinforce his strong and powerful epiphany.
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never shared
And no one dared
Disturb the Sound of Silence
This verse describes the epiphany mentioned previously. The revelation is described as a large group of “ten thousand people, maybe more”. The author, however, criticizes their interactions as meaningless, shown by the lines “people talking without speaking, people hearing without listening”. This suggests their conversations as passing and weightless; by “talking without speaking” they could not convey any meaning or emotion. By “hearing without listening”, the “people” are unable to interpret or view conversations with any significance or understanding, and treats their interactions as mere routine. The third line concludes this idea with “people writing songs that voices never shared”. This can be interpreted as ideas that are never conveyed or supported by peers, and therefore no longer have any impact or influence. The line also suggests individualistic views, where the “people” keep their emotions and thoughts to themselves. The final two lines describe an unspoken authority or doctrine that prevents people from breaking the endless chain of empty communication. The word “dared” seems to suggest that the people are in fact aware of their meaningless interaction, but choose instead to remain ignorant in fears of upsetting the status quo. The title and recurring line of the song: “sounds of silence”, is also finally explained by these two lines. The sounds of silence can be interpreted to be the author’s acknowledgement of the people’s lack of communication. Although silence suggests void and emptiness, the author beautifully uses its antithesis: suggesting it has “sounds”, to symbolize its salient quality.
Fools said I you do not know
Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you
But my words, like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the whelms of Silence
This verse shows the author reprimanding and lecturing the people. Labeling them as “Fools” shows his anger and unhappiness. He further mocks their ignorance, claiming that they “do not know”. His accusation of their blind ignorance, as well as the edifying tone being used suggests his desperation to convey his meaning. He then tells of what they “do not know”, that “silence like a cancer grows”. This line is particularly powerful and important, as it conveys much of the purpose and message of the song. The author teaches that silence proliferates much like a virus, going so far as to compare it to “a cancer” that “grows”. His lampoon ends after the second line, where he takes a more maternal and didactic tone. His imploring of the people suggests his desperation to correct them of their iniquity, to show them of their ways and have his words resonate within them. His dismay, however, is shown in the following line, of how his “words” are like “silent raindrops” falling. This imagery suggests his efforts hitting a blank wall; of how his teachings, powerful as they are, being unable to reach the people. A decrescendo is also used after the word “fell” is sung, adding depth to the image of disappointment and failure. Further drama is added to this with the closing line, where he describes his unheeded words that echo in the “whelms of Silence”. This image also conveys void and emptiness, a theme that is carried throughout the song.
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said the words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls
And whispered in the Sounds of Silence
The final verse is particularly powerful, as it conveys the author’s helplessness and grief. The transition of tone from the previous verse to the final is one of edification to disappointment to hopelessness. The author adopts a melancholy tone, choosing to resign himself to watching the people fall to their doom. The verse suggests he has come to terms with and accepted the people’s perdition, and has given up on them. Furthermore, almost every line in the verse begins with “and”. This allows for a servile like sequence, with the author narrating in a nonchalant style, existing only to describe his observations without emotion. He narrates that the “people bowed and prayed”, suggesting an image of total submission and dependency. The ensuing line tells of them promising their allegiance to “the neon god”. The “neon” description was used before in verse two, at the beginning of the author’s dream. The author reveals the connection between his initial encounter with the people, and that which they now worship. Neon lights can be used to represent a sort of psychedelic urbanization, themes that emphasize the overall message of the song. The use of the word “made” suggests mockery and irony, as the people are worshiping that which they created, resulting in a paradoxical cycle. The third and fourth line seem to suggests a prolonging and delaying of the narration, with two whole lines dedicated to describing the “warning” being displayed on the “sign”. This tautology could suggest the attempt of suspense by the author. Furthermore, the use of the word “forming”, together with this prolonging of narration suggests that the “sign” is taking a long time to form its “warning”. The “sign” could refer to the “neon god” mentioned in the previous line, with the use of the word “flashed” suggesting glowing lights. The fifth line seems to be the most powerful and moving in the song, as it is sung with a forte fortissimo direction. The higher voice part also departs from the close knitted harmony employed throughout the song, as if clawing to reach the high and powerful notes. The passion and urgency from how this line is sung seems to implore the listener to understand its message. The line reveals the result of the prolonged narration performed in the previous two lines, where the “sign” tells of the “words of the prophets” being “written on the subway walls”. This first appears particularly puzzling, as no “prophets”, nor their “words”, are mentioned in any of the previous verses. However, the energy in which the line is sung suggests that these “prophets” are very much significant and important in the context of the song. The “prophets” can perhaps be interpreted as ancestors or previous leaders of the people being described in the song. These “prophets” were perhaps trying to convey the very message the author is desperately trying to tell the people. It can be imagined that the people refused to listen, forcing the prophets to document their “words” or teachings on the ideal representation of the urbanization that the people crave, hence the “subway walls”. The penultimate line is sung with a significant decrescendo, taking on a placido, almost pietoso musical direction. It also reverts back to the original closely knitted harmony of the two singers. This reversion and drop in emotion suggests the author exhausting any form of energy left, indicating that the author has completely given up hope on the people, amplifying his disappointment and sadness. This short line is a continuation of the observation being narrated in the previous line. The “words of the prophets” are not just “written on the subway walls”, but on the “tenement halls” as well. These “tenement halls” are perhaps places that the people used to patron. The final line has an obvious calando, signifying the end of the song. The line is also sung with the dominant note Bb, resolving in a perfect cadence to the root note Eb. This musical cadence further emphasizes the feeling of finality and conclusion. The author reveals the final place where the “words of the prophets” are being published. Unlike the previous two lines that suggest the “words” being “written”, the final line narrates the “words” being “whispered”, conveying secrecy and the ubiquity of the “words of the prophets”. This idea suggests that the people are able to hear if they only take the effort to listen. The line concludes with the phrase: “in the sounds of silence”. This not only brings the subject back to the title of the song, but also signifies how the prophets’ teachings seem to resonate within the people. It can further be inferred that the people are aware of this message, but blithely choose to ignore it. The song ends with a drop in dynamics and a dragging of the last syllables; signs of finality and conclusion. This could be interpreted as the death of any hope left, an acceptance of the perdition and decadence that has engulfed the people, a resignation to leave them to drown in their own artificial and engineered way of living.
Thoughts
This song was written in 1964 in the aftermath of the Kennedy assassination. While this coincidence may be a hint as to the allusions and message in the song, I prefer to identify it within and only within its musical and lyrical context.
I feel it is, on many levels, a very personal work of music. Unlike most other pop releases, this song tends to show the introverted and closed-up personality of Paul Simon. The way it is performed on the record, with fluctuations in emotion and feeling, presents a powerful message in a docile and benign manner. It is neither complacent nor pretentious, and seems to exist solely to convey its message and meaning. That is its only purpose.
The use of closely knit homophonic voice parts, accompanied only with an acoustic guitar, contributes to the song’s deceptive simplicity. Its 4/4 time signature and straightforward minor key progression further testifies to its simplicity. Unlike other Simon & Garfunkel records, little finger-style (a technique well mastered by Paul Simon) is employed. Only simple and amateur strumming patterns are used throughout the chord progressions. This is, musically speaking, very much a beginner level piece of music. I feel this ironically gives it its uniqueness. The song chooses simply to remain approachable and down-to-earth.
The song also makes use of paradox and contrary devices. The title itself gives evidence to this; the oxymoron: ‘sounds of silence’. Further examples of this is given in the third verse, where the author describes seeing “people talking without speaking”, and “people hearing without listening”. The author makes use of dramatic contrast and comparison, as highlighted in verse four. “Silence” is described to be a “cancer” that “grows”. This is also the use of hyperbole to emphasize his point. Another example of contrast and comparison is where the author describes his “words” to be “like silent raindrops” that “fell”. Such imagery emphasizes the bleakness and abysmal hopelessness of his situation; his desperation to save the people goes unnoticed.
Many themes run throughout the song, most distinct of all being the social impact of urbanization and evils of technological advancement. The “neon god” represents the technological infrastructure built by the people. Other supporting themes include miscommunication and bureaucracy, as shown in the two powerful lines: “people talking without speaking, people hearing without listening”.
The song draws several similarities to dystopian fiction. The “neon god” alludes to Big Brother in George Orwell’s1984: an unseen but omnipresent entity fashioned out of the progression of society; all-knowing, all-powerful, and bent on dominance and control of the human psyche. The author has many similarities to 1984’s protagonist; despite living in a sheep-like society, he embraces his own ideals and chooses to rebel against the teachings his fellow citizens have come to submit to. These themes also echo the famous Milgram Experiment, with similarities in their observations of conformism, obedience and authoritarian ideals.
I feel the song’s dark ideas are very much significant and relevant in today’s context. Although written nearly 40 years ago, this song is now more important than ever to remind us of what it means to be human and possess the human attributes of emotion, empathy and thought. The song’s story-like sequence, together with its edifying tone does not try to change or disrupt our lifestyle, but simply wants us to listen and understand what it is trying to convey. I feel its lyrics carry much food for thought; endowing in us the awareness and understanding if we only choose to take a step back and listen.

Saturday, December 5, 2015

Indignhadas- Dr. Subodh Prabhu

An  orginal Spanish poem very touching indeed  --translated to English ,Marathi by me from the translated French version of the poem (I do not know Spanish )
Hope you like it

Subodh  1 st December

​original
¡Qué suerte no ser una madre palestina,
ni una madre siria, ni una madre afgana,
ni una madre kurda,
ni una madre del cuerno de África !
Qué suerte no tener que... sostener
la muerte de mi hijo en mis brazos…
ese pequeño cuerpo
que se ha muerto sin más,
de hambre, de sed,
desangrado,
atravesado, zas, por una bala!
¡Qué suerte no tener que abrazar a mi hijo muerto
mientras mis ojos se resecan, lentamente,
de dolor, de impotencia,
de rabia contenida!
¡Qué suerte no tener que sortear cada día
el rostro enjuto y oscuro de la Parca,
y regalarle, esconderle, ocultarle
los rostros malditos de mis hijos,
que han nacido donde nada importan,
donde nada valen, donde nada son…!
Qué suerte, me repito cada día, qué suerte,
mientras mis hijos, tranquilos, duermen su infancia merecida.
Marisa Peña.
Poema publicado en el libro colectivo “ Indignhadas “
de Unaria Ediciones
 l.
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English
What luck! not (to be )  a Palestinian mother,
Nor a mother Syrian, nor a mother Afghan,
Nor a mother Kurdish
Nor a mother in the horn of Africa! (at Cape of good hope in Africa)
 lucky you I  don't ...have to hold
The death of my son in my arms...
That little body
That has been dead

no more, hunger, no  thirst,
Bled out,
 in a crosswire then bang -a bullet (ref to child being targeted at )

 Lucky You I don't have to hold my dead son
While my eyes are wilting (getting dry -helpless), slowly,
Of pain, impotence,
impotence of a pent-up anger!

 Lucky you  I don't have to face each and every day
The face lean and sinister 
 of the grim reaper,(grim reaper ---alludes to death /terrorist  )
And then  give up ,
Hide, hide
the bleeding faces of my children.

 The children born   born where nothing matters ,
 Where nothing is  worth, where nothing is...!

 What luck, I repeat every day, what luck.
While my son is quiet, Yours sleep (peacefully ) the way  his childhood deserves
Poem by :Marisa Peña.
Poem published in the book "Indignhadas" Collective
Unary  editions
किती  भाग्यवान तू  ग   बाई 
तू नाहीस एक प्यालेस्तिनी आई 
किवा सिरीयन ,अफगाण ,कुर्दिश 
आफ्रिकन किवा तत्सम काही !
भाग्यवान तू बाई 
माझ्या मृत बाळाला हातावर 
माझ्यासारखे झेलावे लागत नाही 
ते छोट बाळ 
मरून झालाय काही काळ 
आता भूक नाही ,तहान नाही 
रक्त ठिबकून ठिबकून काही उरलच नाही !
एक निशाणा ,एकच नेम ,ब्यांग- एक गोळी .बाकी काहीच नाही !!

 भाग्यवान तू बाई 
माझ्या मृत मुलाला हातावर झेलत 
डोळे असे  दूक्खाने   षंढ रागाने पाझरत 
दृष्टी मलूल कोरडी  बनत जाई 
ते तुझ्या नशिबी नाही !

भाग्यवान तू बाई 
प्रत्येक दिवशी मृत्यूचा करडा कोरडा चेहरा 
येत नाही असा  तुझ्या सामोरा 
आणि मग असहाय शरणागती ,त्याचाय्पासून पळ्ण 
मुलांचे रक्ताळलेले चेहरे  त्याच्यापासून लपवण 
मुल जी उपजली   जिथे  काहीच महत्वाचे उपजत नाही 
जिथे कशालाच मुल्य  नाही ,खरच  अगदी कशालाच नाही !

काय भाग्य !दिवसरात्र मी म्हणते  काय भाग्य तुझे बाई 
इथे माझा मुलगा 'शांत 'तुझा तिथे हक्काने
निवांत झोपी जाई !!
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English Translation and Marathi  Transformation by  Subodh  Bangalore Dec 15
note :Please mention original poet (not the translator )if you intend to share this poem with others
note :some liberty is used while putting words in English and Marathi to complete the  meaning