Mu tuma khadya.
Khela mate
Jemiti paruchha,
Mu tuma pendu.
Maara mate
Mu tuma sikar.
Mate gana
Mu suna.
Jaha bi tume
Karibaku chahunchha
Karija
Kintu satryare.
In Odia script or Brahmi lipi;
ମତେ ଖାଅ
ମୁଁ ମାନୁଛି
ମୁଁ ତୁମ ଖାଦ୍ୟ ।
ଖେଳ ମତେ
ଯେମିତି ପାରୁଛ
ମୁଁ ତୁମ ପେଣ୍ଡୁ ।
ମାର ମତେ
ମୁଁ ତୁମ ଶିକାର ।
ମତେ ଗଣ
ମୁଁ ଶୂନ ।
ଯାହା ବି କରିବାକୁ
ତୁମେ ଚାହୁଁଛ
ଦୟାକରି କରିଯାଅ
କିନ୍ତୁ ସତ୍ୟରେ ।
This is a translation of the poem
Eat Me
by
Gajanan Mishra
One must know,At least try to know.Bhubaneswar is not the truth,Poet Edward Kofi is not the truth,Air – not truth,Water – not truth,Light – not truth.But the earth is the truth.Life is the truth.We must know the useOf the truth.Poet Kofi is not joking,Neither he is in fatigue.I am with the poetIn my own garments,…
Care not the cash crunch,That is not an issueTo feel sorrow.Sophism isIn no way helpful,But stay cautious, dear.Sometimes so many thingsHappen, but we are toSomehow cross over itWith our inner strength.We are to drive outAll somnolence from us.
And I findAll are in the dark.But I condemn no one,I know no one isUnder his own control.Nothing to enjoy,I find here.And I condemn myselfAs I am dancingLike a monkeyIn the hands ofMy wife.
I know the truthAnd I chant.I feelLove and joy.Pain and pleasureI care not dear.I want notTo count wavesI want not toClimb up the mountains.I want toTake bath in fountains.I want toGo with deep sleep.I want to goNear and nearBut not with fear.I feel betterWith the treasureIn me dear.I feelTime flowsIn me now.I view lifeIn morning…
I am extraordinary.Think meNeither superiorNor inferior.But I am special.What I amI can’t say,But I amThe skyWith changing colors.I am what I am,Treat me as I am.
The air is ours,The light is ours,Come on, the sky isCalling us, listen to the sky.No time to calculate,Nothing to worry,Come on, the car is ready.Try not to knowIt is morning or evening,It is day or night.Come on we will proceedAhead together.
