In the gusts of the wind
And the woodpeckers giving a call
And someone went by fluting the pipe,
The reeds sending forth music,
The puffs producing the sweet notes
Breaking into melodies.
The shepherd girl saw I with the lamb
Into the lap of hers,
One into the costumes of hers
And the shepherd saw I
Seated under a big bamboo umbrella
And a palm-leaf woven hat over the head.
Big bear cat,The panda,White and black,White and black patchedJust like a teddy bear.
Daru pikarNav barsha ka abhinandan na karna,Daru mein eisa kucch kyonKi sab kucch cchin le?New year is comingBut take you not wineTo welcome the new year year in,Why is it all in wineThat it snatches it all?
ConversationWith Ram-RamJust as a courtesy,Bhai, aap kaisei hain? ,Brother, how are you? ,But now-a-days say they notRam-Ram bhai, Jai RamjiBut for doing politicsJai Sri Ram.Prem se boliyeRaja Ramchandra ki jai,Bajarangbali ki jai,Say with loveGlory be to Lord Rama,To Hanuman god!
All that I have built,All the houses that see you are the houses of maya and mohaAnd what can I say more than this?In the maya’s house live I, in the world of maya dwell I,Maya and moha,The soul’s maya for this body,My maya for this life and the world.Maya my wife, Maya my son,…
Ahrmian and Ahurmazda.
The white descendantsOf the European settlersI think about,Think aboutWithout toeingThe colour biasAnd the apartheidLeaving it, what it happened,Happened it then,Why to be revengeful,Moving ahead with time,I think about the Afrikaners,Those who are poor,Reeling under povertyAnd shortage of resourcesWithout being prejudicedAnd biasedJust in the name of God.
