धोबी The Washerman

धोबी

चमकती हुई धूप सुबह की
चीरती घने बादलों को चुपचाप
देखते भूल गया मैं आकाश को
दुखते हुए हाथ को,
पानी में डबडबाते प्रतिबिम्ब की सलवटें देखते
मैं भूल गया
अपनी उम्र को,
झूमती हुई हरियाली में लहुलुहान छायाओं को देखते
भूल गया मृतकों के वर्तमान को
जो सोचा करने लगा कुछ और,
घोलता नीले आकाश में बादलों के झाबे को
मैं धो रहा हूँ अपने को
 
(धूप के अँधेरे में, 2008)
 

The Washerman

Silently watching the morning's brilliant
light tear the dense clouds
I forgot the sky and
the aching hand
Watching the brimming reflection
wrinkle the water
I forgot my own age
Watching the bloodied
shadows in the swaying greenery
I forgot the nowness of the dead
and turned to something else
Stirring the basket of clouds
into the blue sky
I wash myself
 

We were very fortunate having the poet himself, Mohan Rana, with us in our workshop when we were translating this poem as he was able to answer some of those almost ineffable questions that inevitably arise when translating poetry.

Lucy Rosenstein is a very experienced and sensitive translator of poetry into English and so our version is not far from her literal in many places – such as the opening few lines.

We had a lot of discussion about ‘the brimming reflection / wrinkle the water’: was it wrinkles on the skin, or was the surface of the water ‘wrinkled’? Of course, the answer was: both; and we tried to retain that ambiguity in our translation.

The longest discussion was around ‘nowness of the dead’: their presence and present was hard to convey until we came up with this unusual word – which the poet approved!

And finally, the last image took some thought. It refers to what happens when you’re looking down into the sky reflected in the water’s surface – which you then ‘stir’ when you begin to wash.

Original Poem by

Mohan Rana

Translated by

Lucy Rosenstein with The Poetry Translation Workshop Language

Hindi

Country

India