Taking wings of paper, gone flying
to where it must not,
naive,
whetted by fancy, that (neither)
sensing, seeing, nor knowing
the limits -
lost, how silly this heart!
Crosses castles
and scales heights, yet,
feels like theft, this love:
Ifs and buts, and again and again
tossing about like a ball,
Applying of dust, like
sandalwood on the forehead;
Whetted by fancy, neither
sensing, seeing, nor knowing
the limits,
Lost, how silly this heart!
*Soars high, the soul-bird,
yearning, leaping out of this frame -
oh a big flame, this love!*.
Sep 22, 2018
Sep 22, 2018 at 5:56 AM UTC
Taking wings of paper, gone flying
to where it must not,
naive,
whetted by fancy, that (neither)
sensing, seeing, nor knowing
the limits -
lost, how silly this heart!
Crosses castles
and scales heights, yet,
feels like theft, this love:
Ifs and buts, and again and again
tossing about like a ball,
Applying of dust, like
sandalwood on the forehead;
Whetted by fancy, neither
sensing, seeing, nor knowing
the limits,
Lost, how silly this heart!
*Soars high, the soul-bird,
yearning, leaping out of this frame -
oh a big flame, this love!*.
Next in my series translating fantastic lyrics in Indian films, is this song 'Monta Re' penned by Amitabh Bhattacharya for 'Lootera', catch the original at:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=99NUJ1cLbBI
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