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โ€”ย POEMS ๐’ƒ๐’š Jayant Parmar

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NAMAZ*

My fingers

Offer the five-time

Namaz

In the virgin mosque

Of the paper.

….

*The five times a day prayers for Muslims are known in the Indian Subcontinent as ‘namaz.

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A Poem Of Yellow Sadness

(For Amrita Shergil*)

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Amrita,

Like Cezanne**,

You do not dilute your colours like water,

But you do borrow

The yellow sadness from the paintings of Gauguin***,

Like the sadness of the melodies of Rasoolan Bai****.

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On the ochre earth,

Sad faces,

Lost eyes

And wandering souls

Often moisten the paper of the heart.

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The spelling of colors on a canvas

Transform into faces.

The dialogue between the color and brush,

Had just started;

It ended up abruptly.

A poem of yellow sadness

Is taking shape on the canvas.

….

*Amrita Shergil (1913-1941), born to a Punjabi Sikh father and a Hungarian Jewish mother, is one of the most celebrated painters of India.

**Paul Cezanne (1939-1906) was a French post-impressionist painter.

***Paul Gauguin (1848-1903) was a French post-impressionist painter.

****Rasoolan Bai (1902-1974), of the Banaras School of classical music, was known for her singing of Thumri (music like canzonet), Dadra and other lighter genres of music.

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VAN GOGH*

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(1)

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On evening,

For the sake of the moon,

He cut his right ear

With a sharp razor,

And came back to his room

To lie unconscious on his bed.

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The sunbeam,

Came down from the window,

To find a rivulet of blood

Trailing beyond the door.

A leaf was burning in it

In the shape of a heart.

….

*Vincent Van Gogh (1853-1890) was a famous post-impressionist Dutch painter, who was considered a madman and a failure in his lifetime. He committed suicide with a revolver.

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VAN GOGH

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(2)

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Colors were unable to trap you.

You add blue paint to the shadow

To raze the whole sky.

You write the green grass

With yellow letters.

You set the tree to fire,

And fill cups and bottles with just air,

Just like your face.

You spit out your anger

In the strokes of the brush.

I have seen you emptying

A tube of paint on the canvas.

You descent into

The colors sticking to the palette knife.

You adorn strange streams,

Sitting on the bank of madness,

But before the morning,

You drown yourself

In layers of dewdrops.

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The Flask Of The Poem Broke

The flask of the poem broke,

But surprisingly, the sound of its breaking

On the shiny floor

Does not pierce my heart

Like an arrow!

Along with the roots,

I also came out.

The flask is covered in blood;

The explosion fills the room!

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Old refrains,

Holding verse notebooks,

Strut throughout the town.

The nail of poetry-music

Bothers my ears, day and night.

The butterfly of meters prances on the page.

Feeble threads of poetic beats,

Doves of verses,

Fly over the seven skies.

Ruins of symbolism lie deserted.

Windows of metaphors remain closed.

There are pigeons of words,

Feelings, dreams and desires,

Pigeons of rhythm, beat and aesthetics,

But their wings are wounded with bullets.

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I have everything:

Knife, hammer, nails and paper,

But the poem never takes shape.

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All night, the stars

Pluck at the harp of my heart,

But the poem never takes shape.

The flask of the poem broke….

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Paintings Of Ram Kumar*

If you scratch

The paintings with the colors

Of depleted old walls,

The heart lights up.

A lonely laborer

And the pain

On the faces of lost people:

Under the layers of paint

Lie pain, spirituality and loneliness.

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Houses have replaced human beings.

Houses now tell stories

Of their walls,

Their windows

And their barren shadows.

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The houses like cobwebs,

Look like windows,

Like crooked lanes.

Black and maroon lines,

Show a new world every day.

….

*Ram Kumar (b. 1924) is one of the painters of the Progressive Writersโ€™ Group, which include M. F. Hussain, Tayeb Mehta, S. H. Raza and the other famous painters; he is known especially for his abstract paintings.

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(Translated from Urdu by Baidar Bakht)

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NAMAZ*

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My fingers

Offer the five-time

Namaz

In the virgin mosque

Of the paper.

….

ย 

*The five times a day prayers for Muslims are known in the Indian Subcontinent as ‘namaz.

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A Poem Of Yellow Sadness

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(For Amrita Shergil*)

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Amrita,

Like Cezanne**,

You do not dilute your colours like water,

But you do borrow

The yellow sadness from the paintings of Gauguin***,

Like the sadness of the melodies of Rasoolan Bai****.

ย 

On the ochre earth,

Sad faces,

Lost eyes

And wandering souls

Often moisten the paper of the heart.

ย 

The spelling of colors on a canvas

Transform into faces.

The dialogue between the color and brush,

Had just started;

It ended up abruptly.

A poem of yellow sadness

Is taking shape on the canvas.

….

*Amrita Shergil (1913-1941), born to a Punjabi Sikh father and a Hungarian Jewish mother, is one of the most celebrated painters of India.

**Paul Cezanne (1939-1906) was a French post-impressionist painter.

***Paul Gauguin (1848-1903) was a French post-impressionist painter.

****Rasoolan Bai (1902-1974), of the Banaras School of classical music, was known for her singing of Thumri (music like canzonet), Dadra and other lighter genres of music.

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VAN GOGH*

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(1)

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On evening,

For the sake of the moon,

He cut his right ear

With a sharp razor,

And came back to his room

To lie unconscious on his bed.

ย 

The sunbeam,

Came down from the window,

To find a rivulet of blood

Trailing beyond the door.

A leaf was burning in it

In the shape of a heart.

….

*Vincent Van Gogh (1853-1890) was a famous post-impressionist Dutch painter, who was considered a madman and a failure in his lifetime. He committed suicide with a revolver.

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VAN GOGH

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(2)

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Colors were unable to trap you.

You add blue paint to the shadow

To raze the whole sky.

You write the green grass

With yellow letters.

You set the tree to fire,

And fill cups and bottles with just air,

Just like your face.

You spit out your anger

In the strokes of the brush.

I have seen you emptying

A tube of paint on the canvas.

You descent into

The colors sticking to the palette knife.

You adorn strange streams,

Sitting on the bank of madness,

But before the morning,

You drown yourself

In layers of dewdrops.

ย 

ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย ย ***

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The Flask Of The Poem Broke

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The flask of the poem broke,

But surprisingly, the sound of its breaking

On the shiny floor

Does not pierce my heart

Like an arrow!

Along with the roots,

I also came out.

The flask is covered in blood;

The explosion fills the room!

ย 

Old refrains,

Holding verse notebooks,

Strut throughout the town.

The nail of poetry-music

Bothers my ears, day and night.

The butterfly of meters prances on the page.

Feeble threads of poetic beats,

Doves of verses,

Fly over the seven skies.

Ruins of symbolism lie deserted.

Windows of metaphors remain closed.

There are pigeons of words,

Feelings, dreams and desires,

Pigeons of rhythm, beat and aesthetics,

But their wings are wounded with bullets.

ย 

I have everything:

Knife, hammer, nails and paper,

But the poem never takes shape.

ย 

All night, the stars

Pluck at the harp of my heart,

But the poem never takes shape.

The flask of the poem broke….

ย 

ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ***

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Paintings Of Ram Kumar*

ย 

If you scratch

The paintings with the colors

Of depleted old walls,

The heart lights up.

A lonely laborer

And the pain

On the faces of lost people:

Under the layers of paint

Lie pain, spirituality and loneliness.

ย 

Houses have replaced human beings.

Houses now tell stories

Of their walls,

Their windows

And their barren shadows.

ย 

The houses like cobwebs,

Look like windows,

Like crooked lanes.

Black and maroon lines,

Show a new world every day.

….

ย 

*Ram Kumar (b. 1924) is one of the painters of the Progressive Writersโ€™ Group, which include M. F. Hussain, Tayeb Mehta, S. H. Raza and the other famous painters; he is known especially for his abstract paintings.

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ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  (Translated from Urdu byย Baidar Bakht)

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  • Jayant Parmar, born on 11 October 1954, a well-known Indian Urdu language poet, artist and calligrapher, writes both in Urdu and Gujarati. He is known for raising Dalit issues in his poetry. Parmar was born in a poor family. Since he had developed an appreciation and taste for Urdu poetry while living in the walled city area of Ahmadabad, he taught himself Urdu from a language learning guide at the age 30 after.Parmar has published seven collections of Urdu poems: โ€œ๐˜ˆ๐˜ถ๐˜ณโ€ (1999), โ€œ๐˜—๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ช๐˜ญ ๐˜ˆ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ ๐˜‹๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ณ๐˜ช ๐˜•๐˜ข๐˜ป๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ช๐˜ฏโ€ (2006), โ€œ๐˜”๐˜ข๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅโ€ (2007), โ€œ๐˜ˆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ข๐˜ญโ€ (2010), โ€œ๐˜•๐˜ข๐˜ป๐˜ฎ ๐˜ ๐˜ข๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ชโ€ (2013), โ€œ๐˜Ž๐˜ช๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ต๐˜ช ๐˜’๐˜ฆ ๐˜š๐˜ข๐˜ฑ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆโ€, (2016) and โ€œ๐˜•๐˜ถ๐˜ฒ๐˜ต๐˜ข ๐˜ˆ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ ๐˜‹๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ณ๐˜ช ๐˜•๐˜ข๐˜ป๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ช๐˜ฏโ€ (2019). He is recipient of Sahitya Academi Award, 2009 for his book โ€œ๐˜—๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ช๐˜ญ ๐˜ˆ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ ๐˜‹๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ณ๐˜ช ๐˜•๐˜ข๐˜ป๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ช๐˜ฏโ€, Bhasha Bharti Samman, 2006 for โ€œ๐˜ˆ๐˜ถ๐˜ณโ€, Gujarat Sahitya Academi Award, Bhartiya Dalit Sahitya Academi (2002) and Dr. Babasaheb Ambedkar Jeevan Gaurav Puraskaar (2020) etc. His works has been translated into Hindi, English, Punjabi, Assami, Telugu, Bangla, Kashmiri, Tamil, Kannada, Malyalam, Nepali, Marathi and also in various other languages like Slovenian and Spanish

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  • Baidar Bakht, born in 1940, took his first degree in civil engineering from Aligarh, and M.Sc. and D.Sc from London University. He is a bridge engineer by profession, but now retired from full-time employment. He is Adjunct Professor of civil engineering at the universities of Toronto and Manitoba. He is renowned for his translations of modern Urdu poetry into English. Since 1974, Baidar Bakht has been living in Toronto, Canada, with his family.

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Jayant Parmar
1 year ago

Excellent translation and presentation. Thank you lexicon.

Najamuddin Ahmad
1 year ago

I read the poems of Jayant Parmar many year ago through our trend setter poet Saleem Shahzad . The poems inspired me then n still they keep me enchanted, put their spell upon me.

Shehar Bano
1 year ago

This work is getting fantabulous day by day and seriously the legendary wording casts a speel on the mind of a person

Saleem shahzad
1 year ago

Beautiful poems

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