Philip Larkin -er kabyo

[Indranil]

Philip Larkin-er kabyer obolombone...

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1.

Since the majority of me

Since the majority of me
Rejects the majority of you,
Debating ends forthwith, and we
Divide. And sure of what to do

We disinfect new blocks of days
For our majorities to rent
With unshared friends and unwalked ways.
But silence too is eloquent:

A silence of majorities
That, unopposed at last, return
Each night with cancelled promises
They want renewed. They never learn.

jehetu aamaar shonkhyaa-guru-taa dyaakho

jehetu aamaar shonkhyaa-guru-taa dyaakho
tomaar shonkhyaa-guru-ke chaaichhe naa aar
bibechonaa kore pholaaphol, aamraa to
bijukto hoi, nishchito hoye je jaar

dhuye muchhe raakhi notun diner baashaa
shonkhyaa-guru-taa aamaader bhaaRaa tole
ochenaa bondhu, naa paaoyaa paaRaay khaashaa.
tobu obosheshe nirobotaa mukh khole.

maane jaa shonkhyaa-loghu-taa-r nirobotaa
sheshe oprotihoto, Thik phire aashe
proti-raate she be-monjur aabedon
pher tole, kichhutei kichhu shekhe naa she.

2.

The Trees

The trees are coming into leaf
Like something almost being said;
The recent buds relax and spread;
Their greenness is a kind of grief.

Is it that we are born again
And we grow old? No, they die too.
Their yearly trick of looking new
Is written down in rings of grain.

Yet still the unresting castles thresh
In fulgrown thickness every May
Last year is dead, they seem to say.
Begin afresh, afresh, afresh.

gaachhera

paataay bhore aashchhe gaachh
jyaano kichhu bolchhe she
dulchhe, phulchhe kNuRi je,
shobuj-i taar dukhkho aaj

ei ki punorjonmo? naa -
gaachh-o bhishon moronshil
purono mukh aachhe-o Thik
(phi bochhorer aangTi jaa).

kintu praashaad peye-o taar
may-er notun-ke dey Daak
purono bochhor jaay jaak
aabaar to hobo, aabaar, aabaar.

3.

Annus Mirabilis

Sexual intercourse began
In nineteen sixty-three
(Which was rather late for me) -
Between the end of the Chatterly ban
And the Beatles' first LP.

Up till then there's only been
A sort of bargaining,
A wrangle for the ring,
A shame that started at sixteen
And spead to everything.

The all at one the quarrel sank:
Everyone felt the same,
And every life became
A brilliant breaking of the bank,
A quite unlosable game.

So life was never better than
In nineteen sixty-three
(Though just too late for me) -
Between the end of the Chatterly ban
And the Beatles' first LP.

Annus Mirabilis

jouno milon to aabishkaar
holo unishsho teshhoTTi-te
(aamaar pokhkhe boRo deri-te) -
Chatterly nishiddho tokhon nei aar
tobe kNaapini Beetles-er LP-te.

bNaachaar maane to chhilo er aage
akdhoroner dor koshhakoshhi
aangTi-dokhol niye goRimoshi
sholo-y shuru ak lojjaar daage
dege shob-kichhu hoto doshi.

hoThaat kokhon shob bibaader melaa
miTechhe, shobaai ak-mon-o
ak-praan, shobaar-i jibon-o -
paaR bhaangbaar khub-i ujjol khelaa
je khelaay haar nei kono.

bNaachaar sheraa to taai tokhon-i bNaachaar
shei unishsho teshhoTTi-te
(aamaar pokhkhe boRo deri-te) -
Chatterly nishiddho tokhon nei aar
tobe kNaapini Beetles-er LP-te.

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