Archive for March, 2009

st.patrick…

Posted in from the heart... on March 17, 2009 by gilrang

irish_clover1first blessing
always remember to forget
the things that made you sad.
but never forget to remember
the things that made you glad.

always remember to forget
the friends that proved untrue.
but never forget to remember
those that have stuck by you.

always remember to forget
the troubles that passed away.
but never forget to remember
the blessings that come each day.

second blessing
may your neighbors respect you,
trouble neglect you,
the angels protect you,
and heaven accept you.

third blessing
may you always have work for your hands to do.
may your pockets hold always a coin or two.
may the sun shine bright on your windowpane.
may the rainbow be certain to follow each rain.
may the hand of a friend always be near you.
and may God fill your heart with gladness to cheer you.

slainte!…

(irish blessings for st.patrick´s day)

come when you find the time…

Posted in from the heart..., kedarnath singh on March 9, 2009 by gilrang

kedarnath_singh

nos prendemos à literatura ocidental e perdemos muito do que a literatura oriental nos tem a oferecer. foi a garimpar a internet que eu achei kedarnath singh, poeta considerado dos mais importantes da poesia hindu contemporânea, segundo arundhathi subramaniam, ela mesma uma poeta das mais conhecidas na india.

singh nasceu em chakia,  uttar pradesh, no distrito de ballia, norte da india, no ano de 1934. estudou na benaras hindu university onde ele recebeu dois altos títulos acadêmicos. foi professor em universidades da india e se aposentou em 1999. publicou sete livros de poesia e vários em prosa. sua linguagem tenta traduzir uma dimensão indiana, embora moderna. a tradução a seguir é de alok bhalla.

come

come when you find the time
come
when you find the time.

come
even if you can’t find the time.

come
like the strength
in hands,
like blood
flowing through arteries.

come
like the slow silent
flames
in stoves.

come.

come
like the fresh thorns
in babul trees
after the rains.

shredding days,
smashing promises.
come.

come
as wednesday
arrives
after tuesday.

come.

(Kedarnath Singh)