Showing posts with label English Poems. Show all posts
Showing posts with label English Poems. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Free Birds We Are (English Version of Patriotic Odia Song मुक्‍त बिहङ्ग आमे): Dr.Harekrishna Meher

Patriotic Odia Song : 'Mukta Bihańga Āme' (मुक्‍त बिहङ्ग आमे)     
Free Birds We Are   
(English Rendering by the Author Dr. Harekrishna Meher)   
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Free birds of fair firmament we are.
High waves of ocean we are.
Lofty peak of white Himalayas we are.
High waves of ocean we are. (0)
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Uplift of humanity and nation
lies in our hands;
The noble path of human birth
verily runs with us.
To render dedicated service
for the well-being of the people,
we are warrior heroes with strong figures.
Free birds of fair firmament we are.
High waves of ocean we are. (1)
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May the rosy mien of Sunrise
spread sweet smile with delight.
Dispelled may be the blots
of dense darkness from all the minds.
Let us adorn gleefully
the lutes of our lives
with nice colourful and fine songs.
Free birds of fair firmament we are,
High waves of ocean we are. (2)
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May the fragrance of Indianness
fill the hearts of all.
May the inner sense of all
be exhilarated by this aromatic affluence.
We are one family,
all the offspring of the Mother in India,
having intimate fraternal affinity.
Free birds of fair firmament we are,
High waves of ocean we are. (3)
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Reference Link : 
Original Song मुक्‍त बिहङ्ग आमे (ओड़िआ गीत)  
"Mukta Bihańga Āme" 
Oriya Patriotic Song by the Author Dr. Harekrishna Meher : 
http://hkmeher.blogspot.in/2010/02/mukta-bihanga-ame-hkmeher.html
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Homemade Video of 'Mukta Bihanga Ame' Song, 
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Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Illusion of Modernity (English Poem): Dr. Harekrishna Meher

ILLUSION OF MODERNITY
English Poem By : Dr. Harekrishna Meher

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Is the modern world of armament
like a flower of firmament
or like a hare’s horn
or like a mirage or like an unborn ?

The core of the heart all the time
is haunted by the catastrophe of humanity.
Everywhere reigns the epicureanism sublime
in practical reality.

Is it peace in the age of atom ?
Is it the truth of life,
while man is swayed away at random
by the onslaughts of mundane strife ?

Nonplussed as if by the state of collision
between truth and illusion,
man like Trishanku in the middle
encounters today’s countless riddle.

In the world ephemeral,
none can fasten the soul immortal.
The abstract panacea of today
forms the philanthropic introspection
that can pave the way
for concrete and eternal perfection.

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Extracted from : 
Poems of the Mortals (English Poems)  
By : Dr. Harekrishna Meher
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Monday, August 31, 2009

Circumambulation (English Poem): Dr. Harekrishna Meher

CIRCUMAMBULATION  (English Poem) 
By : Dr. Harekrishna Meher
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Yours is the happiest home
where permeates the hymnal Om.
You are the sole dictator.
Of mundane drama, the dexterous director.
Everyone an actor
whether good, bad, patriot or traitor,
actually acts
crossing through several uneven tracts,
just as a troublesome travelling tractor
forms the benefactor
of joys and sorrows,
observing or violating own vows.

Pondering over the arena
of ‘what’, ‘where’, ‘whence’, ‘how’ and ‘why’,
the eternal phenomena
none can deny,
one feels nonplussed;
but as the bar is crossed,
attains freedom
and shunning roaming at random
perceives in time,
the thoughtful theme
of own life’s epic,
and of heart’s violin
the melodious music,
devoid of din.

The essence of intelligentsia,
that is the ambrosia
eradicating lethargy
of inner inertia
and infusing effulgent energy
of peace-pouring panacea.

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Extracted from : 
Poems of the Mortals (English Poems)  
By : Dr. Harekrishna Meher

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Friday, August 22, 2008

English Poem 'SANSKRIT' : Dr. Harekrishna Meher

SANSKRIT  (English Poem) 
By : Dr. Harekrishna Meher    
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O Sanskrit !
The universal divine language
on the Indian soil, well-writ,
the symbol of our cultural heritage,
manifesting Truth, Auspiciousness and Beauty
for all time to come in reality.

Adored through the ages
in the speculations of the sages,
eternal are thy contributions
to the world transcending dissolutions.
Thy peerless purifying power
gladdens the mankind with honeyed shower.

The wise call thee the language sacred.
Thou art the mother of languages,
for sooth the fountain-head,
the most scientific,
authoritative and systematic,
when someone verily envisages.
All over the world thy form has spread
surmounting all the hindrances of dread.

With thy grace from every side
let noble thoughts come to us.
Long live our humanistic pride,
the Indian culture glorious.
Thy all-encompassing view
verily scintillates always new.

Of national and global integration
Thou art the media,
the indelible index of India,
the receptacle of civilization.
Glory to thee, O Sanskrit !
the literature of immortal merit,
as modern as ever
an ambrosial river
beneficial to the entire world, 
bearing the precious values of life unfurled.
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Extracted from : 
Poems of the Mortals (English Poems)  
By : Dr. Harekrishna Meher
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