"beli" poems
Mine is Gopal, the Mountain-Holder; there is no one else.
On his head he wears the peacock-crown: He alone is my husband.
Father, mother, brother, relative: I have none to call my own.
I've forsaken both God, and the family's honor: what should I do?
I've sat near the holy ones, and I've lost shame before the people.
I've torn my scarf into shreds; I'm all wrapped up in a blanket.
I took off my finery of pearls and coral, and strung a garland of wildwood flowers.
With my tears, I watered the creeper of love that I planted;
Now the creeper has grown spread all over, and borne the fruit of bliss.
The churner of the milk churned with great love.
When I took out the butter, no need to drink any buttermilk.
I came for the sake of love-devotion; seeing the world, I wept.
Mira is the maidservant of the Mountain-Holder: now with love He takes me across to the further shore.
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mere to giridhara gupaala, duusaraa na koii |
jaa ke sira mora mukuTa, mero pati soii ||
taata, maata, bhraata, baMdhu, apanaa nahiM koii |
ghaaM.Da daii, kula kii kaana, kyaa karegaa koii?
saMtana Dhiga baiThi baiThi, loka laaja khoii ||
chunarii ke kiye Tuuka Tuuka, o.Dha liinha loii |
motii muu.Nge utaara bana maalaa poii ||
a.Nsuvana jala siiMchi siiMchi prema beli boii |
aba to beli phaila gaii, aanaMda phala hoii ||
duudha kii mathaniyaa, ba.De prema se biloii |
maakhana jaba kaa.Dhi liyo, ghaagha piye koii ||
aaii maiM bhakti kaaja, jagata dekha roii |
daasii miiraa.N giradhara prabhu taare aba moii ||
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Notes
I am the translator of this poem, "Torn in Shreds" by Mirabai. I did not copyright it; it's in the public domain and everyone is free to help themselves to it. I simply request that it appear with my name as the translator.
Johanna-Hypatia Cybeleia
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pukul empat sore tadi
seorang pria tua penuh keriput diwajahnya
pergi melangkahkan kaki rentanya
keluar dari pondok jati tempat semalam ia terlelap
lengkap dengan pakaian rapih kebesarannya, sepatu boot dan tak lupa topi baret miliknya
diambilnya sepeda jengki bercat kusam
dengan sedikit bercak karat pada besi besinya
yang disandarkan oleh empunya pada pagar kayu depan pondok
digiringlah sang sepeda jengki menuju jalan sambil melangkah
menuju tempat tujuannya
selang beberapa saat, ia tunggangi sepeda jengki itu
ia kayuh sambil berpeluh pada dahi sampai ke tubuh
berbulir menetes tak ada ragu
lirih ia dendangkan lagu
yang telah ia hafal selama hidupnya
saat ia masih muda
yang dapat memacu semangatnya dulu
saat akan hendak pergi berperang bersama kawan-kawannya dulu
sesampainya ia di Jalan Kusumanegara
di depan taman berpagar tembok putih
di-remnya sepeda jengki kusam itu
tepat di tepi seorang wanita yang sudah terduduk rapi menggelar dagangannya
"Saya beli kembangmu, cukup lima ribu saja." itu katanya
sang wanita penjual lekas membungkuskan permintaannya dengan senyum dibibir
sembari memberikan bungkusan kembang kepada pria bersepeda jengki itu, ia lalu bertanya "Kalau boleh saya tahu, untuk siapa kembang ini Bapak beli?" ujarnya santun hormat
sang pria bersepeda jengki terdiam, ia lalu tertawa kecil
tawa khas seorang di usia senjanya
"Saya mau jenguk kawan seperjuangan saya, hari ini 20 Desember, tepatnya 68 tahun yang lalu, ia berpamitan ingin menuju dunia Qadim milikNya saat kami sedang berjuang untuk Negara" jawabnya
Pria bersepeda jengki itu lalu undur diri, dititipkannya sepeda tua miliknya
pada sang wanita penjual kembang, ia lalu berjalan kaki
memasuki gerbang tembok bercat putih
bertuliskan Taman Makam Pahlawan Kusumanegara
Daerah Istimewa Yogyakarta
dengan langkah mantap dan juga senyum mengembang di wajah keriputnya
" Assalamu'alaikum, Aku njaluk sepuro yo Di Mas, Kepriye kabarmu? Ayo gek tak ceritani kabar Indonesia saiki! "
Sep 23, 2016
Sep 23, 2016 at 12:19 PM UTC
Make m e beli ev e
I'm b e a u t i f u l beca use I b elie ve I' m n o t
Regretting you g et in side my h e a d wit h eve rythi ng you e v er sa id
Regretting the th ings I di d to cha nge m yself
Ove rt hin kin g; A nd
Reme m ber ing eve ryt hing I we nt th rou gh
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 11:47 AM UTC
PLEASE NOTE: DIALOGUE MUST BE READ IN A BRITISH ACCENT.
and she, in dismay, said to him
"Benjamin, just who do you think you are sitting there with your **** out like that?!"
Annabella knew right away that what said wasn't valid.
"aww come on Beli, you know what a cheater smells like now dont you?"
"thats enough! go straight to your bedroom!"
"Im sorry bub, but we are still in this chariot, got a few more streets and alleys to be wobblin on."
"why dont you just **** my **** you french kissin mugger. I never want to see the northern lights with you."
"go on then ya **** off with your head"
Oct 10, 2012
Oct 10, 2012 at 6:04 PM UTC
Bolat chameli beli
Are sakhi rajanigandha
Bolo
Kyon ithlati **
Rajani bolat are sakhiman!
Meri maiya bolati thi
Are bitiya sun lo na!
Kabhi mala mein goonthi
Jaakar premi ko ithlaogi
Ya kisi raja ke mukut
Prem shaiyya ki
Sartaj kehlaogi
Lekin aas ek hi rakhna
Are banmali
Us path par mujhe tum
Dena phenk
Jis path matribhumi
Par sheesh chadhane
Jaayein veer anek!
Kya asha hai rajani
Boli chameli beli
Ithlana tumhara sarthak hai
Tumhi to veeron ki mala
Ki saakhi!
Re rajani,tum **
Punyavati manjari!
Mar 21, 2018
Mar 21, 2018 at 11:28 AM UTC
O friend Radhika!
Now do look intently!
In a sweet gait does
Shyam come!
Singing the sweet melodies!
O on his neck
Shines the flower necklace!
O the beautiful blue hued
Neck!
O beautiful!
Apply the vermilion
On your forehead!
O friends all dance,dance!
Sing the strains of
Coming together!
O the flowing beats
Of the cymbals
Encapture the skies of
The garden!
O friend now decorate
The temple
Light the golden lamps!
O fill the garden abode
With fragrance
Spilling fragrant
Water all over!
O mallika,chameli,beli
Pluck the flowers,
O child!
Make a string
Of juthi,jati
And the bakula!
O with thirsty
Eyes
Bhanusingha
Sees the path of
The garden!
O in a sweet gait
Does Shyam come
Singing sweet melodies!
Mar 21, 2018
Mar 21, 2018 at 2:20 AM UTC
For the general good of life, and that more abundantly, you must pay attention to little things.
Unseen things.
Time compression is essential for even the briefest of glimpses, mere blinks,
A wink,
and what threatened Nihilation of the finest realities imagined so far, is nothing.
**** Again.
"there are universes
where eons go by in the blink of an eye". Somebody said.
Bubbling universes each able to open itself to the first level bubble, your bubble with everything you know in there with you. And, today, me.
"indisputable fact, there was / is a first bubble, light fills it to the brim
and what happens there touches
all, and I am,
in a word, part of that
First bubble kingdom"
Every desire of your heart he delights in.
There is such a universe, before you think or ask,
and you are sort of quantum bonded to your heart's desires, y'know,
hearts and minds, body and soul, 2 different systems.
Entangled.
Breathe.
You know.
Soulish desires disciplined in disciples
found blood washed hearts,
unlimited.
Extrapolate this. How much blood is in the ocean now?
More than you can think or ask.
You believe the first thinker thought you would
appreciate a path to each and all of your heart's desires, one path,
or you never find the way, no matter how you look. ?
Ya gotta beli've it to see it
Be li've
Ya gotta wan'it
Jah praise first bubble knocking
you b just one wall away
step into alpha thought and proceed to the omega thought,
Copy?
Respond.
This is the narrow way.
The old way, where good is. You found it, walk it.
It's in beta, so you can fail. Life ain't fair, its jest
okeh, ever how we lie and say this jest
cain't real-ish-tic
be, don't make me no nevahmind.
life and light, those two team up and kick ***
evil gets all turned around, ****** if it don't. then
The peacemakers rest, the meek inherit the earth
and everything goes back to normal.
Moral: believe no lie is of, in, by or for actual truth,
you know. Take it as a test.
Like changing your own air filter, in the realm of ideas,
you change your error filter when ever it
seems you jest cain't breathe. You can change that
****** error filter and hit any dusty trail
that seems right, as far as I can tell.
Jul 23, 2019
Jul 23, 2019 at 11:39 PM UTC
Pernah, satu hari dari banyak hari lebaran, aku pergi ke Indomaret sendirian. Jarak rumah dengan tempat itu tidak jauh, tapi perjalanan ke sana terasa lamban. Tahu kenapa? Sebab aku pergi dengan sembunyi-sembunyi hihii. Tujuannya hanya satu, untuk berburu es krim corong Wall's Moo.
Kalau dingat-ingat, rasa es krimnya memang tidak sepremium Magnum. Wall's Moo hanya menyuguhkan rasa susu dan itu sudah lebih dari cukup bagi kami kaum anak lugu tahun 2009-2010.
Sesampainya di rumah, aku sama sekali tidak disambut marah oleh orang-orang rumah. Mbak Chandrani menghampiri.
"Habis jajan yaa? Beli apa?"
"Iya, beli Wall's Moo satu."
"Cuma satu ya? Yasudah nda apa-apa, lain kali harus ingat kalau ada angka 3 setelah angka 2 dan angka 1 sebelumnya, ya?"
"Hah? Maksudnya apa, Mbak?"
"Lain kali, kalau kamu merasa ada cukup uang untuk jajan apa aja, cobalah ambil tiga atau nda sama sekali.
Supaya apa? Supaya selalu ada cukup ruang di hati untuk biasa berbagi."
May 10, 2022
May 10, 2022 at 11:18 AM UTC