17. Kishkindha Kanda…Hoyi Achal Jimi Jiv Hari Paayi

hanumanji

Chhudra nadim bhari chali torayi/Jas dhorehu dhan khal itarayi//

Bhumi parat bha dhabur paani/ Janu jeevahi maya lapataani//

The small streams are destroying the shores as they make their way forward, similar to wicked men losing their sense of decency on acquiring even small amounts of wealth (they become arrogant with power).On falling on the earth, the  rain water has become muddy; like a pure soul getting trapped in illusion or Maya!

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Samiti samiti jal bharahi talaava/ Jimi sadgun sajjan pahim aava//

Sarita jal jalnidhi mahu jaayi/ Hoyi achal jimi jiv Hari paayi//

The water is accumulating in ponds, like spiritual qualities, one by one, become part of a good man. The water from the rivers merges with the ocean and becomes finally serene and still; like the soul on attaining SreeHari, gets freed  from the birth and death cycles and achieves stillness.

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Doha:

Harit bhumi trin sankul samucchi parahim nahi pandh/

Jimi pakhand baad tem gupt hohim satgrandh//

The earth has become covered with grass and has turned green all over, and the pathways have disappeared.  It is similar to a hedonistic approach taking over, and the teachings of the spiritual books becoming ignored or sidelined.

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Dadur dhuni chahu disa suhayi/ Bed padahi janu battu samudayi//

Nav pallav bhaye bitap aneka/ Sadhak man jas mile bibeka//

The croaks of frogs resound from all four sides in tandem, as rhythmic as a group of  young initiates reciting the Vedas

The trees are looking splendid with new, green leaves; like a devotee’s mind becomes resplendent on acquiring true wisdom

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Ark jawas paat binu bhayavu/ Jas suraj khal udyam gayavu//

Khojat katahu milayi nahi dhuri/ Karayi krodh jimi dharmahi doori//

The Madar and Jawasa trees have shed their leaves, like the wiles of the wicked cannot continue under a good king’s reign. One cannot discover dust even on searching; it is akin to Dharma getting driven away when anger takes over the mind

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Sasi sampan soh mahi kaisi/ Upkari kai sampati jaisi//

Nisi tam ghan khagoth biraja/ Janu dambhinh kar mila samaja//

The earth is luxuriant with harvest crops, radiant like a good man’s prosperity. The fireflies group together in the heavy darkness of the night, similar to boastful coxcombs having a meeting.

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16. Kishkindha Kanda…Khal Kai Preeti Jadha Dhir Naahim

Ramji

Sundar ban kusumit ati sobha/Gunjat madhup nikar madhu lobha//

Kand mool bhal patra suhaye/ Bhaye bahut jab te Prabhu aaye//

The luxuriant forest on the mountain was full of flowers and resplendence. In the hunger for honey, groups of bees were buzzing around the vicinity. Ever since the Lord arrived, there was a great abundance in  herbs, fruits, leaves and roots in the forest.

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Dekhi manohar sail anoopa/Rahe tah anuj sahit surbhupa//

Madhukar khag mrig tanu dhari deva/Karahim siddhi muni Prabhu kai seva//

Charmed by the beautiful and unique mountain, the Lord along with his younger brother started dwelling there. The Gods, Siddhass and sages took the forms of honey bees, birds and animals in order to serve Lord Sreeram.

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Mangal roop bhayavu ban tab te/Keenh niwas ramapati jab te//

Phatik sila ati subra suhayi/ Sukh aaseen taham dwai bhayi//

When the Lord  of Lakshmi started dwelling there, the forest became a glorious place. There was a brilliant, exquisite crystal rock of extreme beauty; the brothers could be seen seated on it.

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Kahat anuj san kadha aneka/ Bhagati birati nripaneeti bibeka//

Barsha kaal megh nabh chhaye/ Garjat laagat param suhaye//

Sree Ramji used to narrate lots of stories to his brother- about devotion, detachment, art of ruling and knowledge. The  blue black clouds spread across the sky in the rainy season looked enchanting, as thunder roared.

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Doha:

Lacchiman dekhu mor gan naachat baarid pekhi/

Grihi biratirat harash jas Bishnubhagat kahu dekhi//

The Lord said: Look Laxman, at the muster of peacocks! They are dancing in delight on seeing the rain clouds. It is like a householder, who is fascinated by the idea of detachment (aka vairagya), and getting to see a Vishnu bhakt!

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Ghan ghamand nabh garjat ghora/ Priya heen darpat mann mora//

Damini damak rah na ghan maahim/ Khal kai preeti jadha dhir naahim//

In the sky the thunder is growling mightily, and my mind is at a loss without my beloved Sita. The lightning flash does not stay forever in the clouds, it is similar to the unsteady benevolence of a wicked man.

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Barashahim jalad bhumi niarayem/ Jadha navahim budh bidha paayem//

Boond aghat sahahim giri kaise/ Khal ke bachan sant sah jaise//

The clouds are descending  near  the earth before turning into downpour, like a scholar becoming more and more humble with his learning. The mountain is enduring the impact of the furiously falling rain drops, like the sages endure the harsh words of the wicked.

Kishkindha Kanda -13 Bali Speaks…

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Doha:

Sunahu Ram Swami san chal na chaturi mori/

Prabhu ajahu maim paapi anthkaal gati tori//

Bali said: Hey SriRamji! You will not be deceived by my worldly tricks ( explanations)! Tell me, inspite of being near You  at the time of my demise, shall I remain sinful?

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Sunat Ram ati komal baani/Baali sees parasevu nij paani//

Achal karaum tanu rakhavu praana/Baali kaha sunu Kripanidhaana//

Listening to the extremely pleasing words of Bali, the Lord touched the head of Baali gently.

He said, “I can spare your life, keep your body.” Baali said, Listen, Oh, Compassionate One!

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Janam janam muni jatanu karahim/ Anth Ram kahi aavat nahim//

Jasu naam bal Sankar Kasi / Det samahi sam gati abhinasi//

Sages praise You in multiple ways in multiple lives. Yet many are not fortunate to utter thy name, ‘ Ram’ towards their end.

By the radiance of Whose name, in Kashi, Lord Shankara bestows moksha on everyone alike…

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Mam lochan gochar soyi aava/ Bahuru ki Prabhu as banihi banaava//

That glorious SreeRamji himself  is ( You, My Lord ) gracing me with his presence now! Would such a fortunate time occur ever again?

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So nayan gochar jaasu gun nit neti kahi Shruti gavahim//

Jiti pavan mann go niras kari muni dhyan kabahuk pavahim//

Mohi jaani athi abhimaan bas Prabhu kahehu rakhu sareerahi/

As kavan sad hadi kaatu surataru bari karihi baboorahi//

The One whom Shrutis praise  as ‘ Neti Neti’ ( Not this, neither that), The One , whom by meditation, saints  who control all senses, over coming limitations of body and mind, even so rarely attain a glimpse of- that Lord himself stands by my side! Knowing my conceit, you allowed me to keep my body! Tell me, who can be such a fool who chooses to willingly to cut off the Kalpataru( eternal tree) and plant thorny babool trees in its place? ( Why would anyone demand the boon of keeping this mortal body before the Giver of Moksha?)

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Kishkindha Kanda: 10 ( Bali Param Hith Jasu Prasada)

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Bali param hith jasu prasada/ Milehu  Ram tumh saman bishada//

Sapnem jehi san hoyi larayi/  Jagem samuchat mann sakuchayi//

Hey SreeRamji! Bali is my ultimate well wisher, because  he is the reason behind my meeting you- the destroyer of woes!

Now if I fight with him even in my dreams, I shall, on waking up, feel remorseful about it.

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Ab Prabhu kripa karahu ehi bhanti/ Sab taji bhajanu karau din raati//

Suni biraag sanchut kapi baani/ Bole bihasi Ramu dhanupaani//

My Lord! Now bless me that I give up all worldly attachments and devote myself to chanting of your name, day and night!

Seeing the detachment which had taken hold of Sugreev momentarily, Sree Ramji, his bow in hand, smiled and replied…

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Jo kacchu kahehu satya sab soyi/ Sakha bachan mam mrisha na hoyi//

Nat markat iva sabahi nachavat/ Ramu khages ved as gaavat//

Whatever you said is right, but my spoken words shall not be in vain ( Bali shall die and you shall inherit the kingdom)

Kakabhushundi says: ‘ Hey Garudji! The Vedas say that Lord  Ram makes everyone dance in this worldly play, like a  gypsy directs his captive monkey!’

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Lai Sugreev sangh Raghunatha/ Chale chap sayak gahi hatha//

Tab Raghupathy Sugreev padava/Garjesy jaayi nikat bal paava//

After that, Sree Ramji with his bow in hand, proceeded from that place with Sugreev.

Ramji sent Sugreev to Bali, and he getting inspired by SreeRamji’s presence challenged Bali with a ferocious growl.

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Sunat Bali krodhatur dhaava/ Gahi kar charan naari samuchaava//

Sunu pati jeenhi milevu Sugreeva/Te dvau bandhu tej bal seemva//

On hearing Sugreev’s challenge, an enraged Bali ran from his palace. His wife Tara, fell at his feet and started pleading with him.

Hey Lord! Listen, the two brothers that Sugreev has befriended, they epitomise strength and radiance!

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Kosales sut Lacchiman Rama/ Kalahu jeeti sakahim samgrama//

Those two sons of Raja Dasrat, the King of Kosala, can defeat even Yama/ Kala( Lord of Death/ Lord of Time) in a battlefield!

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Doha:

Kah Bali sunu bhiru  priya samadarsy Raghunadh/

Jaum kadhachi mohi marahim tau puni hovum sanadh//

Bali spoke- My fearstruck beloved, listen, Sree Ramji is  even tempered ( equanimous) ( ie, He does not favour one over another)

Even suppose that He kills me, I will  be attaining  His holy abode!

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Dinner and Other Poems( Prof Veeran Kutty, Poetry Translations from Malayalam)

1. Flame of the Forest

That lone tree-

In the midst of the green valley!

Perhaps it bloomed suddenly,

Recollecting

A childhood memory:

Of being terrified at the sight of fire!

2. Word

I do not remember the day

I was born.

But the day I died

Was not like that.

It was the day

When I could not keep

The word

I had given you.

3. Haiku

Did love rain within?

Look at the sky above you

Resplendent rainbow!

4. Dinner

Apology!

I made an error

In the invitation I sent

Requesting you to come home.

Happened in my haste-

I have no home.

5. Freedom

Why bewail the withering

And falling of a leaf?

Betwixt the seperation and drop

It lives the life of a bird

For a moment

At least.

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Without Genre: Poems (By Prof Veeran Kutty, Translated From Malayalam)

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1. Easy Cooking

One can observe

From your eyes:

Passionate love

Burning;

Intense yet controlled.

Yes, that is evident

Even in your wary smile.

Consequently one can conclude

That your life

Would be getting perfectly

Cooked.

Agree?

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2.  Hope

The earth, which

We have damaged,

Is being steadily repaired:

The flowers  by their fragrance

The tender leaves by their colours,

The fruits by their sweetness.

The rain washes and

The wind wipes clean.

Have you ever seen the sunshine

Rest awhile?

Always in a hurry to

Dry and store

For the morrow.

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3. Exchange

You extended your hand

Towards me,

While

Standing deep in the night.

I was entrenched in the day

Then.

It was reminiscent of the episode-

When you offered your kiss

Standing on a mountain top,

And I received it

By a sea- shore.

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4. You and Me

I bloomed forth

Ecstatically,

On hearing your words

Which was spoken in my dream.

What of it, anyway?

I shrivelled up

With

One word

Which you left unpsoken

When we met.

Didn’t I ?

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5. The Search

‘Where are you?’

Even as I asked,

The Tree

Pointed to all four directions

And cast me into utter puzzlement.

Perhaps

On knowing that

I was searching for you,

The guiding stars ahead,

Resignedly let go of

Their responsibility

And trailed behind me.

The wind twirled me into bewilderment.

And finally,

When I reached the edge

Of the ocean

With a rising scream on my lips,

It snarled back:

The thousand tongues,

Asking me all at once,

Where you had gone?

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Poems of Pain : Prof VeeranKutty ( Translation from Malayalam)

  1.  Your Life

The plant that has grown

Over your burial site,

Is resplendent with flowers!

I cannot believe

That you went back

With so many love- secrets.

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2. Forgetfulness

The Secret which I kept

For your ears

Was lifted away by the breeze.

Wonder on which branch

It has kept it dangling!

In what fire has it got scorched?

Where is the earth,

Which has buried it deep?

What was the secret

That I had kept for

Your ears?

Well, now it seems

You will have to remind me

Of it

Yourself.

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3. Confrontation

I cannot bear to look

At that emptiness

That was left behind,

When you went away.

How am I supposed

To confront

The void

Which is growing

To your proportions

Over there?

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4. Unspoken

I might die

In the contraction and dilation

Caused

By the word

That you left unspoken-

Even when  life

Was  being snuffed out of you.

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5. Loveless

Without love,

The body becomes

The most unyielding tree

Ever.

Though the lips may struggle to sculpt,

It simply does not oblige:

Refuses to transform into an idol.

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