Re: Two kavitas from mahejabeen

Jagdish Bisa (bisa@tiac.net)
Fri, 26 Dec 1997 08:33:28 +0000 

Sri Uday Bhaskar gAru, while in JB's bar,  insisted JB to have a couple of
drinks:

Wah!  Bahuth Qoob!

But doc, don't you think your analysis is tad bit 'subjective'?

-Jagdish (Oh boy, these drinks are exotic!) Bisa


> "Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is:
>  What if my leaves are falling like its own!
>  The tumult of thy mighty harmonies
>  Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone,
>  Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce,
>  My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one!
>
>  Drive my dead thoughts over the universe
>  Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth!
>  And, by the incantation of this verse,
>  Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth
>  Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind!
>  Be through my lips to unawakened Earth
>  The trumpet of a prophecy! O Wind,
>  If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?"
>
> jagdISh jI,
>
> Aku rAlE kAlAnni Shelley yE vidhaMgA citriMcADO cUDaMDi.
>
> I am not sure whether chowdary gAru deliberately chose these two poems
> out of the collection, or they happened to appeal to him the most, but
> the greatness of the second poem can not really be understood without
> first reading the first (again, my opinion only).
>
> The woman is in love, and would like nothing more than that intimate
> togetherness that she so masterfully portrayed in her first poem. But
> her love encompasses the love of her love. If her love brings with him
> his dreams of spring, well, all she can do is say "ataneppuDU aMtE!
> omTarigA rammaMTE vasamtAnni veMTa peTTukostADu" (muripeMgA, gAraMgA).
>
> vennelA and punnamI are aspects of that intimate togetherness, which she
> is willing to forego, if she can get back her love in his radiant fury.
> After all, it is this radiance that she loves as much as the tenderness
> of the embrace.
>
> Here lies the beauty of Mahejabeen's poetry. She does not either place
> the two aspects of her love in opposition to each other, or portray it
> as a form of sacrifice. For her, both are one and the same thing. She
> loves his dreams with the same fervor - neither less, nor more - as she
> loves his carresses.
>
> I am not competent to analyze the poem and evaluate the merits of its
> imagery, or the sequencing of its stanzas. All I can say is that it left
> me feeling that I have read the best poem so far in my life (not
> exaggerating)
>
> >
> >BTW, no more drinks for you this evening!
> >
>
> "sAhib SharAb peene dE
> masjid mein baiTh kar,
> yA woh jagah batA dO
> jahAn par KhudA na hO"
>
> Uday "Sometimes the Fall can be an uplifting experience" Bhaskar
>
> PS: The poem above is an excerpt from "Ode to the West Wind"  by P B
> Shelley.
>
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