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Sunday, August 24, 2008

Who needs a heart of gold?

While listening to popular artiste Madan Krishna Shrestha practising for his solo concert in Paleti, my attention was drawn by a particular song,
He Bhagwan Mero Khalti Ko Ghaau.......

It is not that I have heard this song, composed and performed in a light comical mood for the first time. But I don't know why, I found myself exploring the deeper and more serious side of the song. Some lines say,

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

рд╡рд░्рд╕ाрдХो рдЧीрдд

Annonymous have commented on "Sometimes...." as;
Not gettin too personal… for some people loving someone might be a blunder.. but there are also some people who think..love of someone is the treasure for their life.. that no one could ever snatch away from them and they live their entire life with the wealth of their love..treasuring it in their heart forever… So it is never a blunder but the most beautiful feeling for them which nothing can give them…correct me if i am wrong…

I agree and respect your perspective annonymous!

Last few postings have been painful. I realized that I was writing about the darker aspects of life unknowingly by posting the translations of sad songs. Who ever have been visiting my blog must have cursed me for making their mood gloomy as well. I have decided that as far as posisble, I will be talking about positive side and brighter things now onwards. As such, there is a lot of pain in people's life. Why should I be adding additional burden by talking about melancholy? In an attempt to compensate what I have done, I am posting a song of rain.

рдпो рдоौрд╕рдордХो рдкрд╣िрд▓ो рд╡рд░्рд╕ाрд▓े
рд╣िрдЬो рд╕ाँрдЭ рдПрдХ्рд▓ै рд░ुрдЭाрдпो
рдоुрд╣ाрд░рднрд░ि рддिрдоीрд▓े рдЪुрдоेрдЭैं рд▓ाрдЧ्рдпो
рдкाрдиीрдХो рдеोрдкाрд▓े рдЬрд╡ рдмिрдЭाрдпो

рдмिрд╣ाрдиीрдкрдЦ рдЪрд░ाрд╣рд░ू рдЪिрд░्рд╡िрд░ाрдП рдЭैं
рдХाрдирдоा рдоेрд░ो рдЖрдПрд░ рддिрдоी рд╕ुрдЯुрдХ्рдХ рднрдиिрджेрдК рд╣ै
рдоेрд░ो рд╕рдо्рдЭрдиाрд▓े рд╣िрдЬो рд░ाрддि
рддिрдо्рд░ो рдкрдиि рдиिрди्рдж्рд░ा рднрдЧाрдпो

рдмिрд░्рд╕िрдПрд░ै, рдЭुрдХ्рдХिрдПрд░ै рддिрдоीрд▓े рдкрдиि рдд
рд╕рдо्рдЭे рдорд▓ाрдИ рдХрд▓्рдкे рдорд▓ाрдИ рдкाрдк рдд рд▓ाрдЧ्рджैрди
рддिрдо्рд░ो рдиाрдо рдирд▓िрдИ рдзрдбрдХिрди्рдЫ
рдоेрд░ो рдоाрдд्рд░ рдЫाрддि рдХрд╣ाँ рдпो

Thursday, August 7, 2008

Sometimes......

Encouraged by positive responses, I am including 2 more translations of classics by Phatteman and Kumar Subba.



A friend of mine, after reading these two translations, asked me,
"Why such 'frustru' songs only?"

Well these are the songs I am translating right now so I guess I do not have choice. I thought for a while to realize that there is a majority of sad songs in Nepal.  And most of the songs which have done good, liked by people and popular are sad ones. Is it because there is sadness in people's life? Is it because majority of the people are betrayed? Or is it because writers and singers are over sensitive and they suffer more than normal people emotionally?

Why there is more melancholy and tears around us than joy and smiles? Why there are more stories of unfulfilled desires than complete relationships in this world? Who does not want to write songs of joy and sing them? If only the world was a better place, if only people could have learnt to understand and respect other person's sentiments, then I would have been translating some merrier emotions and would have felt very happy about it. The writers and singers of these songs might have suffered from their own pain while creating them but believe me, even for me it was painful translating them because I could relate to their anguish and sorrow.

How I wish there were more happiness in the world. How I wish.......... 



Sometimes.......
loving someone could be a blunder


many others will  love you
many heart will bleed for you
to be mine, I mistook a stranger
sometimes.....
loving someone could be a blunder


may your wishes fulfill & your love bloom
though you ignored my love;  shattered my desire
no longer can dream,  my eyes full of gloom
sometimes....
loving someone could be a blunder


рдпрд╕्рддो рдкрдиि рд╣ुँрджो рд░ैрдЫ рдЬिрди्рджрдЧीрдоा рдХैрд▓े рдХैрд▓े
рдХрд╕ैрд▓ाрдИ рдоाрдпा рдЧрд░्рдиु рдПрдЙрдЯा рднूрд▓ рдЧрд░ें рдоैрд▓े 

рдоेрд░ो рдЬрд╕्рддो рдоाрдпा рджिрдиे рддिрдоीрд▓ाрдЗ рд╣рдЬाрд░ рд╣ोрд▓ाрди्
рддिрдо्рд░ा рд▓ाрдЧि рдоेрд░ा рдЬрд╕्рддा рд╣рдЬाрд░ рд╣рдЬाрд░ рдоुрдЯु рд░ोрд▓ाрди्
рдЬрд╕рд▓ाрдИ рдЖрдл्рдиो рд╕рдо्рдЭेрдХो рдеें рдЙрд╣ी рд╡िрд░ाрдиो рднрдпो рдЕрд╣िрд▓े
рдХрд╕ैрд▓ाрдИ рдоाрдпा рдЧрд░्рдиु рдПрдЙрдЯा рднुрд▓ рдЧрд░ें рдоैрд▓े  

рдоेрд░ो рдоाрдпा рдХुрд▓्рдЪिрдЬाрдиे рддिрдо्рд░ो рдоाрдпा рдлрд▓ोрд╕ рдлूрд▓ोрд╕्
рдоेрд░ो рдЗрдЪ्рдЫा рдоाрд░िрдЬाрдиे рддिрдо्рд░ो рдЗрдЪ्рдЫा рд╕рдзै рдкुрдЧोрд╕्
рдЙрджाрд╕ рдЖँрдЦा рдоेрд░ा рдкрдиि рд╕рдкрдиा рджेрдЦ्рдеे рдкрд╣िрд▓े рдкрд╣िрд▓े
рдХрд╕ैрд▓ाрдИ рдоाрдпा рдЧрд░्рдиु рдПрдЙрдЯा рднुрд▓ рдЧрд░ें рдоैрд▓े

I've been sowing
the buds of love in my heart,
for my love to return


holding my tears, anticipating the dawn
remembering her the whole night
making a place for her to dwell
I've been holding together
the pieces of my cracked heart


gazing towards the horizon
Like a static mountain
neither did I melt with tears,
fell with downpour, froze with stone
nor blew like dry leaves
preserving the aroma
like an immortal flower
I've kept alive
for my soul to return


рдоेрд░ी рд░ाрдиी рдлрд░्рдХी рдЖрдЙрд▓ी рднрди्рджा рднрди्рджै рдоैрд▓े 
рдЫाрддी рднрд░ी рдкीрд░рддिрдХो рдлूрд▓ рдЧुрдеी рд░ाрдЦें 

рд░ाрддрднрд░ि рдпाрдж рдЖрдпो рдпाрджै рд╕ाँрдЪी рд░ाрдЦें
рдмिрд╣ाрди рдкрдиि рд╣ोрд▓ा рднрдиी рдЖँрд╢ु рдеाрдоी рд░ाрдЦें
рдоेрд░ो рдоाрдпा рдмрд╕्рди рдЖрдЙрд▓ी рднрди्рджाрднрди्рджै рдоैрд▓े
рдЪрд░्рдХिрдПрдХो рдоुрдЯु рдкрдиि рдЬोрдбीрдЬोрдбी рд░ाрдЦें

рдЭрд░ी рдЬрд╕्рддो рдЭрд░िрдиं рдо рдЖँрд╢ु рдЬрд╕्рддो рдкрдЧ्рд▓िрдиं 
рдкрд░्рд╡рддрдХो рдЫोрд░ो рдЬрд╕्рддो рдХ्рд╖िрддिрдЬ рд╣ेрд░ी рд░рд╣ें
рдвुрдЩ्рдЧा рдЬрд╕्рддो рдЬрдоिрдиं рдо рдкрдд्рдХрд░ рдЬрд╕्рддो рдЙрдбिрдиं
рдЕрдЬрдо्рдмрд░ी рдлूрд▓ рдЬрд╕्рддो рд╡ाрд╕्рдиा рд╕ाँрдЪी рд░ाрдЦें
рдоेрд░ो рдЖрдд्рдоा рдлрд░्рдХी рдЖрдЙрд▓ी рднрди्рджा рднрди्рджै рдоैрд▓े 
рдоाрдЯो рдЬрд╕्рддो рджेрд╣ рдкрдиि рдкाрд▓ीрдкाрд▓ी рд░ाрдЦें

Tuesday, August 5, 2008

Who knows if we meet again or not

Well, I have been translating some Nepali songs in English since last few days. Translation is exhausting. Sometimes you get stuck. There is one classic,

"Phool Ko Thunga Bagera Gayo, Ganga Ko Paanima
Kahile Bhet Hola Hai Rajai Yo Jindaganima
"


After being stuck for almost two whole days, I made a breakthrough and I am fairly satisfied with what I have done. Below is the translation. Comments are welcome, negative or positive.

Life flows like a bunch of flowers in river
Who knows if we meet again; ever


Budding love felt
the pang of separation
and tears-the hills shed
in sunshine after a downpour


How long can I pretend to smile
concerned- my companions might
How long can I hold my tears
to cry alone later in the night


Without blinking, When I see
The eastern star staring at me
My beloved in faraway city
I guess, must be remembering me


As per the feedback I received from Mr. Sanjib Karmacharya, I am also including the Nepali text of the song too.

рдлूрд▓рдХो рдеुрдЩ्рдЧा рдмрд╣ेрд░ рдЧрдпो рдЧंрдЧाрдХो рдкाрдиीрдоा
рдХрд╣िрд▓े рднेрдЯ рд╣ोрд▓ा рд╣ै рджाрдЬै рдпो рдЬिрди्рджрдЧाрдиीрдоा 

рдЭрд░ीрдХो рдкрдЫि рдЭुрд▓्рдХेрдХो рдШाрдордоा рдиीрд░ рдЭрд░्‌рдпो рдкрд╣ाрдбрдХो 
рднрд░्рдЦрд░ै рдк्рд░ीрддि рдЧाँрд╕ेрдХो рдмेрд▓ा рдкीрд░ рдкрд░्‌рдпो рдмिрдЫोрдбрдХो
рдХрд╣िрд▓े рднेрдЯ рд╣ोрд▓ा рд╣ै рджाрдЬै рдпो рдЬिрди्рджрдЧाрдиीрдоा

рдирд╣ाँрд╕ु рднрдиे рд╕рдЦीрд▓ाрдИ рдкीрд░ рдоै рд╣ाँрд╕ूं рдХрд╕рд░ी
рд░ोрдЙँрд▓ा рд░ाрддि рднрдиेрд░ рдЖँрд╕ु рдоै рд╕ाँрдЪूं рдХрд╕рд░ी 
рдХैрд▓े рднेрдЯ рд╣ोрд▓ा рд╣ै рджाрдЬै рдпो рдЬिрди्рджрдЧाрдиीрдоा

рд░ाрддрдоा рдорд▓ाрдИ рд╣ेрд░्рджрдЫ рдЯोрд▓ाрдИ рдкूрд░्рд╡рдХो рддाрд░ाрд▓े
рдд्рдпो рдХाрди्рддिрдкुрд░рдоा рд╕рдкрдиाрдХो рд╕ुрд░рдоा рд╕рдо्рдЭ्рдпो рдХि рдк्рдпाрд░ाрд▓े
рдХैрд▓े рднेрдЯ рд╣ोрд▓ा рд╣ै рджाрдЬै рдпो рдЬिрди्рджрдЧाрдиीрдоा

Sunday, August 3, 2008

Friends are........

Friends are gifts from God. Leave something for friend. Never leave friend for something. Coz in life, something will leave you but friends will always live with you.


This is a message which woke me up in the morning. Its so very true. Being a friend is very difficult task and finding a friend is even more difficult. Other relations come with certain expectation and the moment you fail to fulfill them, you start seeing cracks and holes. The more you fail, they become wider and bigger. Intentionally or un intentionally, if you fail, the relationhips start falling apart.



Friendship is only one example which is free from expectation. A friend smiles with your achievement, success and happiness. A friend cries with your pain and failure. It is very hard to find a true friend. If you have one, you are very lucky. Learn to treasure your friendship. It is a treasure.