To wonder, “Do I dare?” and, “Do I dare?”Time to turn back and descend the stair,
With a bald spot in the middle of my hair —
(They will say: “How his hair is growing thin!”)
My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,
My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin —
(They will say: “But how his arms and legs are thin!”)
Do I dare
Disturb the universe?
From The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T. S. Eliot
“Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.”-Rabindranath Tagore,
क्या ताक रही हैं तू इधर, ऐ ज़िंदगी;
क्या अपने गुरूर को इज़ाफा देने के लिए नज़र गड़ाई हैं
या मुझे दी गई नेमत पर तुझे लालच आई हैं?
वो मुसाफ़िर अपनी मंज़िलों को मुस्कुराता देख चला गया
और हम यहाँ बेफिज़ूल का रास्ता नापते रेह गए।
Transliteration:
“Wo musaafir apni manzilon ko muskurata dekh chala gaya
Aur hum yahan befazool ka raasta naapte reh gaye.”
Translation:
“That wanderer kept smiling at the places passing by,
And here we were left stuck still measuring distances.”
The breeze rings the news of my arrival as the parent trees eye down at me, swaying with enthusiasm. In the warm welcoming embrace of the sun, I find my repose. The wandering child has finally come home.
