अगर सागर की ओर
दृष्टि जाती है,
गुरु-गारव-सा
कल्प-काल वाला लगता है सागर,
अगर लहर की ओर
दृष्टि जाती है,
अल्प-काल वाला लगता है सागर।
एक ही वस्तु ।
अनेक भंगों में भंगायित है
अनेक रंगों में रंगायित है, तरंगायित !
मेरा संगी संगीत है।
सप्त-भंगी रीत है।
सुख के बिन्दु से
ऊब गया था यह
दु:ख के सिन्धु में
डूब गया था यह,
कभी हार से
सम्मान हुआ इसका,
कभी हार से
अपमान हुआ इसका।
कहीं कुछ मिलने का
लोभ मिला इसे,
कहीं कुछ मिटने का
क्षोभ मिला इसे,
कहीं सगा मिला, कहीं दगा
भटकता रहा अभागा यह!
परन्तु आज,
यह सब वैषम्य मिट-से गये हैं
जब से...मिला...यह
If we deploy our insight
Towards an ocean,
The ocean seems grave and grim-looking
With a time-span extending upto universal
destruction;
If we keep our eye Upon a wave,
The ocean seems to bear a short time-span.
The one and the same object
Is interpreted in various modes of thinking
Is multi-coloured and wavy !
My companion is the music -
‘The usage of seven-moded deliberations’.
He was fed up
With the drop of delight,
He was drowned
Into the sea of sufferings,
At times, with garlands
He was honoured,
At times, by defeats
He was insulted. He was lured
For obtaining something somewhere
He felt agitated
Over the destroying of something somewhere,
Somewhere he met with his Kinsman
Elsewhere with deception !
This unfortunate one went on roaming about !
But today,
All these miseries have almost faded away
Since...when it was found...