Thursday, July 5, 2007

Zuv chum braman gara gatshaha

Lal Ded Vakh

Ami pana so'dras nAvi ches lamAn
Kati bozi Day myon meyti diyi tAr
Ameyn tAkeyn poniy zan shemAn
Zuv chum bramAn gara gatshaha.

With a rope of loose-spun thread am I towing
my boat upon the sea.
Would that God heard my prayer
and brought me safe across!
Like water in cups of unbaked clay
I run to waste.
Would God I were to reach my home

That reminds me

Breathes there the man with soul so dead,
Who never to himself hath said,
This is my own, MY NATIVE LAND!
(Sir Walter Scott 1771-1832)

Contributor - Didi

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