The Withering Flower

NaPoWriMo #15

मुरझाया फूल
सुभद्राकुमारी चौहान

यह मुरझाया हुआ फूल है,
इसका हृदय दुखाना मत।
स्वयं बिखरने वाली इसकी
पंखड़ियाँ बिखराना मत॥

गुजरो अगर पास से इसके
इसे चोट पहुँचाना मत।
जीवन की अंतिम घड़ियों में
देखो, इसे रुलाना मत॥

अगर हो सके तो ठंडी
बूँदें टपका देना प्यारे!
जल न जाए संतप्त-हृदय
शीतलता ला देना प्यारे!


 

The Withering Flower
Subhadra Kumari Chauhan

This is a withering flower,
I request you to not break its heart.
Its petals are about to fall off
I request you to not scatter them apart.

Should you go near this withering flower,
I request you to cause no bruise as you pass by.
In the last moments of its life
I request—Look, just don’t make it cry.

If you can, darling
Sprinkle a drop or two of dew.
Lest this scorched soul burns itself,
Darling, bring some cool breeze, can you.

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