Sunday, August 19, 2018

The teacher of this great philosophy-the flood Gita


The teacher   of this great  philosophy-the  flood Gita

Translated from Malayalam
By
P.R.Ramachander






(I found this  poem in one of yahoo groups  .Melted my mind)

There  are no churches, no temples  , no palaces and no huts.
They are   only buildings , where   we  can  enter  and sit.

There is  nothing  great quality  or bad quality  dresses,
They are  just to hide  our shame  and to protect us   from cold

There is no five star  or star or costly  or cheap foods
Everything is to   satiate   our   hunger

There   are no males, females , rich, poor , forward  or backward,
All of them made  same , struggling , suffering  , and  crying  out of pain

There are no sweets, sour , pungent good or bad food,
Every one puts everything  in mouth  and  gets satisfied

There  are no Hindus, Muslims , no Christians ,
No one is asking anyone his caste   or religion

Those who are in safety , those  who get anything to eat , and anything to dress,
Are  are all human beings  just ordinary human beings

These  are not taught  by Vedas , Bible  or Quran ,
But  by the flood    this torrential rain caused .

Saturday, August 18, 2018

The happy cobbler , the sad richman and Lord Guruvayurappan


The  happy cobbler , the sad richman and Lord Guruvayurappan

By
P.R.Ramachander





There  was a street   in  the divine town  of Guruvayur  ,
Where there lived a cobbler   and a millionaire
The cobbler   had a small  painting  of Guruvayurappan,
And the rich man had  a mini temple of Guruvayurappan.

The cobbler used to keep  a flower  in front of  the photo,
Do his work   and lived   without any worry  or trouble,
And the rich man   called    several priests   and conducted,
Great  pooja daily   u in his temple  but he was always  miserable.

One Day  sage Narada  met  Lord Guruvayurappan,
And  asked him  , the reason    for this great  contradiction,
And the lord  told Narada , you  go and tell  both people ,
“I am sage Narada   and am coming   from Guruvayurappan.”

They both    will ask you “What is  the lord    doing ?”
And you tell  them, “The Lord   is trying  to pass ,
An elephant   through   the hole of sewing needle,
And their replies   would  clear up matters  for you.

Sage Narada   went to  rich  man   and when asked ,
Told what  Lord Guruvayurappan was   doing,
The rich man told “Impossible   even for the lord,
Please   go and tell him  to stop the silly  job.”

But when he   told   the same   thing to the cobbler,
With   flowing tears  in his eyes   he told the sage,
“THis is too easy   a job for my lord Guruvaturappan.
Has he not kept a banyan tree  inside its tiny seed?”

Sage  Narada  understood   with    great clarity ,
“How one   does   the worship  of the Lord in unimportant,
But  the faith  he has   in the lord  and his   ability  ,
Is more important    without   any doubt.”

Friday, August 17, 2018

Atal was firm and strong


Atal  was  firm and strong

Translated by
P.R.Ramachander



(I saw this  great piece of poem in a whatsapp  message  .My thanks to whosoever is its author)

The death    was standing in wait  ,
And I was waiting for that only,
My flag will never  bend before it  ,
On the   day of the fifteenth august,
You  stay and wait for me  ,
Allow it to get  above and wave  ,
And  I will  fight with you  one day more  ,
With you death,
I am never   agreeable  ,
For a bent flag  at the time of independence

Thursday, August 16, 2018

Fare thee well, Oh Bharatha Rathna


Fare thee  well, Oh Bharatha   Rathna

Tamil poem
By
Sankar  Dharmaraj

Translated by
P.R.Ramachander



WE   will  never  cry loudly  , please  wake up,
WE will never cry and call    you, please  run and come ,
You built  our India and said   to us good bye

You have summoned   the God of death  to untie your life  ,
And when you   have decided  to become seed again,
WE will not  hinder   the growth   of the tree

Oh  Bharatha   Rathna ,
Oh   real definition of culture

Let your hands  which gave us the golden quadrilateral ,
Bless us all    from heaven
Oh golden mind   which visualised Pokhran
Let your thoughts   open   as lotus flower

The  history of tolerance  ,
Oh Sanathana  Dharma (Beginning less  culture)
For some people  punishment of death  ,
But  it is boon to you
Your soul will sleep on the lap of Bharatha  Matha
Time will learn from you   pure and just politics,
Fare thee  well, Good bye,
Please   go with   happiness

Bharath Matha ki jai


Bharath  Matha ki jai

By
Atal Bihari Vajpayee



Translated by
P.R.Ramachander

Bhrath koi bhoomi ka   tookda  nahin,
Jeeetha  Jagtha Rashtra  purush hai

India  is   not a piece   of land but,
Living and active   country being

Yeh Vandhan ki dharthi hai,
Abhinandan ki  dharthi hai,
Yeh arpan ki bhoomi hai  ,
Darpan ki bhoomi hai

THis is the land  of salutation,
THis is the land of  delight  and welcome  .
This is the land  of sacrifice,
This   is the land  of variety

Yahaan ki  nadi nadi  ,Hamare liye  Ganga   hai,
Iska kankar , kankar  hamare  liye sankar  hai

Each and every river of it is for  us Ganga,
And Each and every ston of it   is Lord Shiva for us

Hum JIyenge iss  BHarath  ke liye,
Marenge tho iss  BHarath ke liye

We would  live for the sake of this India,
WE would  die for the sake  of this India

Aur marne  ke baaad nhi,
Ganga jal   mein   behthi hue,
Hamare asthiyon  ko koi  sunega,
To Ek  hi  AWaz ayegi –Bharath Matha ki jai

Even after   we die,if some one hears,
Our bones   floating   in river Ganges ,
Only one sound will   come “Hail , mother India”

Please chant or hear to stop Kerala floods

Saundarya Lahari Sloka 82- Stopping flood from spreadingand getting powers like Indra
Translated by
P.R.Ramachander
Chant to stop flood from spreading and getting powers like Indra , Saundarya Lahari Sloka 82 Or Please hear it .You would see my translation on the screen https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J97xTV0qK1k
करीन्द्राणां शुण्डान्-कनककदली-काण्डपटलीं
उभाभ्यामूरुभ्या-मुभयमपि निर्जित्य भवति ।
सुवृत्ताभ्यां पत्युः प्रणतिकठिनाभ्यां गिरिसुते
विधिज्ञे जानुभ्यां विबुध करिकुम्भ द्वयमसि ॥ 82 ॥
கரீன்த்ராணாம் ஶுண்டான்-கனககதலீ-காண்டபடலீம்
உபாப்யாமூருப்யா-முபயமபி னிர்ஜித்ய பவதி |
ஸுவ்றுத்தாப்யாம் பத்யுஃ ப்ரணதிகடினாப்யாம் கிரிஸுதே
விதிஜ்ஞே ஜானுப்யாம் விபுத கரிகும்ப த்வயமஸி || 82 ||
Karrendranam sundan kanaka kadhali kaadapatali
Umabhamurubhyam –mubhayamapi nirjithya bhavathi
Savrithabhyam pathyu pranathikatinabham giri suthe
Vidhigne janubhysm vibhudha karikumbha dwayamasi
Oh daughter of the mountain,
Who knows the rules of the Vedas,
Using your two thighs,
You have achieved victory over,
The trunks of the elephant,
And the Golden pseudo stem of group of Banana plants,
And achieved victory over frontal globes,
Of Iravatha* the divine elephant,
By your holy round knees,
Which have become hard,
By repeated prostrations to your lord. 82

ऊँचाई-Height



ऊँचाई-Height

By
अटल बिहारी वाजपेयी
Atal  Bihari  Vajpai

Translated by
P.R.Ramachander



(With admiration and tears I did this translation within two hours    so that it can be dedicated to the great Atal)

ऊँचे पहाड़ पर,
पेड़ नहीं लगते,
पौधे नहीं उगते,
न घास ही जमती है। 

On huge  mountains,
Trees do not grow,
Crops   cannot be cultivated,
Neither   grass  accumulates there

जमती है सिर्फ बर्फ,
जो, कफ़न की तरह सफ़ेद और,
मौत की तरह ठंडी होती है।
खेलती, खिलखिलाती नदी,
जिसका रूप धारण कर,
अपने भाग्य पर बूंद-बूंद रोती है। 

There  only  ice gets collected,
Which would  be white like burial cloth,
And which  would be     cold like  death,
The  rivers which plays  and makes us play,
Which   takes   shape there  ,
Cries drop by drop  on its luck

ऐसी ऊँचाई,
जिसका परस
पानी को पत्थर कर दे,
ऐसी ऊँचाई
जिसका दरस हीन भाव भर दे,
अभिनंदन की अधिकारी है,
आरोहियों के लिये आमंत्रण है,
उस पर झंडे गाड़े जा सकते हैं, 

That height  ,
Whose   touch,
Makes   water  in to ice,
That height,
Whose  sight  fills  us with bad qualities,
Is   the  reason for giving thanks,
Is a call   to all climbers,
And on its top flag can be erected

किन्तु कोई गौरैया,
वहाँ नीड़ नहीं बना सकती,
ना कोई थका-मांदा बटोही,
उसकी छाँव में पलभर पलक ही झपका सकता है। 

But no sparrow  ,
Can build a   nest   there
Nor a tired  and  spent out  passer by
Can  blink his  eyelids  even for a moment in its shade

सच्चाई यह है कि
केवल ऊँचाई ही काफ़ी नहीं होती, 
सबसे अलग-थलग,
परिवेश से पृथक,
अपनों से कटा-बँटा,
शून्य में अकेला खड़ा होना,
पहाड़ की महानता नहीं,
मजबूरी है।
ऊँचाई और गहराई में
आकाश-पाताल की दूरी है। 

The truth is that,
Only height   is not sufficient,
For each and every ,
Isolated   environment,
Chopped and divided from our own,
And standing   alone in that emptiness,
Is  a sheer  great constraint,
IN the  height and in depth,
There is a distance between sky and Patal

जो जितना ऊँचा,
उतना एकाकी होता है,
हर भार को स्वयं ढोता है,
चेहरे पर मुस्कानें चिपका,
मन ही मन रोता है। 

The more taller one is,
He becomes  more and more alone
And he  carries   everything   at all  times alone,
And  shows a smiling face ,
And within his mind he cries

ज़रूरी यह है कि
ऊँचाई के साथ विस्तार भी हो,
जिससे मनुष्य,
ठूँठ सा खड़ा न रहे,
औरों से घुले-मिले,
किसी को साथ ले,
किसी के संग चले। 

The necessity is that
Along with height   there should be breadth also,
Using   which,
Man can stand like a stump,
Meet and talk with others
And decide  with whom he will walk,
And with whom he will keep company

भीड़ में खो जाना,
यादों में डूब जाना,
स्वयं को भूल जाना,
अस्तित्व को अर्थ,
जीवन को सुगंध देता है। 

Getting lost in the  crowd,
Getting sunk in   the thoughts,
Forgetting  one self,
If  one  can   live like that.
It would  give sweet fragrance to his  life

धरती को बौनों की नहीं,
ऊँचे कद के इंसानों की जरूरत है।
इतने ऊँचे कि आसमान छू लें,
नये नक्षत्रों में प्रतिभा की बीज बो लें,

Tall stature  is needed by humans,
Not to dwarf    the  other people of earth,
But  to  try to become so tall that they can touch the sky,
And  sow   the  greatness  in the  new stars

किन्तु इतने ऊँचे भी नहीं,
कि पाँव तले दूब ही न जमे,
कोई काँटा न चुभे,
कोई कली न खिले। 

But not that tall  ,
That their feet does not touch the earth,
So that  no thorn is pierced,
And so that no bud  becomes a flower

न वसंत हो, न पतझड़,
हो सिर्फ ऊँचाई का अंधड़,
मात्र अकेलेपन का सन्नाटा। 

There is no spring  , there  is no autumn,
But there is only  tornado of  height,
And silence of aloofness

मेरे प्रभु!
मुझे इतनी ऊँचाई कभी मत देना,
ग़ैरों को गले न लगा सकूँ,
इतनी रुखाई कभी मत देना। 

Oh God ,
Never give me that  height,
So that i would be able to hug   all outsiders ,
But please do not give me   that much bluntness


He  Lived true to his words