part 3 translation of poetries of dr k.v.thirumalesh by dr raveendra hosadurga from poetry collection'arabbi'

Selective translation of poetries of dr.k.v.thirumalesh,famous poet from poetry collectioon ‘arabbi’ published by abhinava prakashana17/18-2,ist main,marenahalli,vijayanagara,bengaluru-560040.mobile no9448804905. I am grateful to poet and his family members and publishers.translated by dr raveendra hosadurga.translation is my hobby.please excuse and correct if there are any mistakes. Thirumalesh k.v.dr part poetries 3: 51) god: running train on bridge will miss rail and fall,god does not know this-does not know he is not train driver rail examinor he also knows only through medias-if extra means one telephome calls an orphan man falling dieingon road side or doing rape(over behavior) and as though not having done anything mixing wickd behaviored poor woman behaving with some desire -not knowing anything? Or even if he knows he can’t do anything-this is truth In this he is weaker than men Mayanet of maya like shadow Internet not available though anywhere toughed Dieing before birth only centuries have passed Still no boldness of telling no No belief that he surely exists Every incident we read like guesture- In our individual dictionary ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,end,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, 52)dreams: Few evenings hold something in their colours Few evenings appear as though having some expectations,still some evenings will be firm like fire putting off coolly we will not know how they are spent few prayers expect nothing they are complete like akarmaka verbs(actionless verbs……?) by themselves in is difficult to imagine causeless actions in this world still wonder that wonder that fineness of beauty should be known by experience only- like smile of a kid they are their own meaning there are few dreams they will never be fulfilled still they exist with man in his awakenness and dream always like heat in blanket will be covering us at all times will be hiden under our eye lids never before charm which comes to human vision is by them only ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,end,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,s 53)cave man: Silent greatly silent cave men Will you gou back in step of time Again will you join silent womb(uterus) Or like few middle epoch eesayi saints in desert Voluntarily having self punishment Will you moov to prove jiva is different, body is different Or like silent saints of tibet bouddhas will you cut hand and leg For lamp dwelling(deepavaasa) rushing into cave will you shut the door Leaving time and civilisation to themselves In night like this in seethaphala store(seethaphala store……….?) O sky o earth From balcony of fifth upstairs at the time of dizling rain of midnight My very small place-peioleless street observation A roling cart passing through it has increased whole peoplelessness It is like time of ubion of jivathma(individual self)- -and universal self( paramathma Stoping all moovments self only without mooving as though mooving Will be neutral –not one night not two night Every night when ever seen To cross border to me possible here onlythat is known to this place Known to this people ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,end,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, 54)model(rupadarhi): Model told to artist Many body designs(decooration feels) and feels are there in mewhat I showd today is one Is my beauty wanted or my meaning(money) wanted Let us see what your twin eyes saw What your eyes found I don’t know Since day before yesterday also you are troubling me From day before yesterday to yesterday,from yesterday to today- From day to day matter changes reality changes Only your enquiry is beyond these For emit of your enquiries(knowledge) am I only reason(cause)? Is there my part also in this in appearing work? Today there is small head ache to me (it is troubling me once in a month) Have you observed?i won’t think you have observed Or it is not important to you like devotee seing god beyond image to you also so much hurry the copies which you have composed are many- finally which you show which you hide or destroy -destroying me only like that? Among these coies which are right which are wrong? Not sure to you only at end One is complete(total,whole) For reason which nobody knows I feel including that No copy will come near to me To make lively form material itself is Method of rising to amarathva(deathlessness) For that sake you maintain equal distance Like lover in tumult Seing people will search for meaning Find themselves according to their ability In their meaning only I will not be there Nobody comes in search of me ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,end,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, 55)need notgo anywhere: One day sudenly flashed to him Like sunlight behind clouds as though sudenly spilled To lane and lane Need not go anywhere need not see anybody No need to search anything All will flash where ever you are line of ants is mooving slowly Without sense of anything That itself is army of soldiers attacking forte(durga) In front of your eyes only Or that eighteen days war, it’s relation of cause and effect' Journey of those going to same pandarapura Beards like honey nests Many days journey or before all these To satisfy blood thirst of angry gods Human sacrice animal Carrying to procesion along with (praakthana) ancient instruments She is still tender lass Her blood drop becoming as rain seed Is going to fill up pond river land-you are partner in all these As offering sheep or as murderer Or as dumb audience also partner- not to tell no no choise To see all If fixed vision is turned a little enough As days change changes kaleidoscope ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,end,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, 56) mountain and actionful(sakriyathe?): Mountain was sleepingas though holding vratha(rituals?oatt?.......) Hoe ever much anybody called how much did anybody prick Did not shake As though not seing though having eye not having heard though having ears To be disattached like this How much boldness to it-that too in such time like this ? Because urgency of time was calling all to street People climbed on it’s bodythey to so much distance As though shrunken men appearing like going to piligrimage Still rising it’s peak dancedfell and rolled on that and this side What is this mountain!this mere soil ball!at distance only big(bhouma) Blamed like this,measured length and breadth In came path only returned down- This is one burshva(………….?) this is one eestheeta(………..?) Gradually grown this much stood ssFearful insect Criticising like this harshly wrote book Mountain was simply silent in reality on that side in iran on this side afghanisthan though earthquakes happened it was firm detached means detached !even for little sympathy once would have vibrated or for avoiding criticism real art becoming intensively neutral not wabling though filled without desiring for anything falling in moment becoming bind epoch at the time when nobody sees cloud standing rain at hill baseriver grass green black white cloud sheeps mountain sleeping covered by snow ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,end,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,s 57)diana: Neutrality of afternoon sun light has frozen in Pond in forest In that Lotus flowers in tree Birds not yet returned She detaching down clothes ready to get down into water As though to measure temperature she dips her long fingurefer waves rings arising her image oscillates Bringing wonder to her with how much soft She is eternal lass To see her nakedness is prohibited to all Nobody will see-except poetlater he is hunter and also hunt To avoid himself by himself where he does not go He is siting there today in corner of barin slight dark drinking to be not to be seen by anybody much indulged in colour of bottle!yesterday was in circus ring he only seing swinging in swing girls wondered!tomorrow in one more place his dresses are counless wonder is all are interesting to him as though ordered and made once he will be in border of doom once at bottom of well has forgoten time sense ,no not even words have been forgoten ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,end,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, 58)paper birds or iron birds: I am still trying to run off morning chills With the help of warm tea already are present my chiv chiv birds they dancing hoping seing that and this sideafterwards sudenly fly to other place as I have allod to fly even if they go to come and see is sure I know All others are stagnant Human world has not yet arisen Between two hills is going to appear sun Shadow of one hill on body of another hill Partially falls then Street lamps burnt in night are going to put off by themselves Afterwards on all sides ash colour spreading Matters loose their shape even my birds also afterwads paper birds or iron birds have flied somewhere probably to pet(market) in front of grains shops ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,end,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,s 59)consstatin kawafi: True-to stand slant is like to me The clarity which is seen in cross vision Is not seen in direct vision if possible would have turned world only a little as it is not possible I only stood like this What ever is to be seen All appears to me from here Ejian ocean Directionless ships Under smoke clouds of fire not yet put off Remaining durga In all times clear from here Like separate layers of earth appear To gelogist In basehill caught in drilling of ocean Like great epics writen history How much I love them Where ever I stand stone carve(kotaku? )itch plant papas kalli(…………………..?) But an army rising Leaving flower bunch To me has held umbrella I might be looking like joker to people who moov in main road They call come Stoping their calrs why are you standing here action(work) is present there come with us they tell next making to wear uniform dress to these only how shall I tell? To one face instrument To another string instrument To yet another in both hands big metal drum(jaagate) instrument then how they will shine in javket rubbed metal butons under artificial lights and their colour turbans like direct crowns only wheather favourable or opposite shout is shout onlys all uniting ughe ughe(……………?) to me laugh comes for this only but who will tell to them they while returning show sympathy seing me still like this ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,end,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, Notes:constantin kawafi(1863-1933)is famous modern greek poet.but alexandrian ,english novelist.e.m, forestar called him as standing slant to world . ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, 60) gorkallu(white stone): Like pouring of rain on white stone what all came and fell Navodaya navya(modern) dalitha bandaya poetry became sword Poetry became rope Along with snow balls(alikallu) thunder thunderbolt hits Still nothing has happened to gorallu still If hard stone shakes body again feels empty(boring) To remoov from them poetries of future Not from butter not from flower Not from flower honey Not from heaven not from sky from this dirty place Things which are not there are not available anywhere Things which are not available anywhere are availble here The feet which have walked here can walk anywhere They are gommata feet ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,end,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,s 61)needle tip songs: in needle tip forests I was caught What shall I do without being pricked? Thorn pigs are searching,eagles are flying With concentrated are seing something I am tired of getting pricked From above from below No blood to pour further One lively match stick is enough To burn all-that imagination of skyfire(daavaanala?.......) only Mybody is exciting With forest I will also get burnt noise of birds will be heard up to end all will burn –no worry but what about story pf pictures which I composed have kept all in my bed(haasu………?) there is meaning selfishness ,style decoration secret is there there are different which nature has not seen paint of colour water is there what if these are also burnt? Ash has no shape no colour What it tells is not known to anybody How many match sticks have been striked in waste collected dry leaf is like that only air coming again again is peeping going whole forest is waiting anxiety not possible without burning holding last stick like saint(maharshi) have sit with long beard can’t you hang to me to one or another tree? Those who come like that should also moov What I have mooved This same path Pouribg blood to blood Mixing art to art Who will put and weigh Who is to be weighed withoutknowing why In my this condition ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,end,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,s 62) is there no full stop: Without full stop without comma without any rest sign What a time it is I tell Running awaysince birth From animals and humans Always some word Will be coming running back or it is in my ear only If I walk on dry leaves it also walks on dry leaves If I get down to water it also it also hits and shakes(jaalaadu?) Like other poets I have not found Clear pond stagnant water fresh king swans In sky balanced neutral Pure clouds Or without flying though flied As though stagnant birds Is there to me also such desire of Earth and sky Still there is no fullstop to me Carrying pallakki(mooving cradle) boyi’skaravan seroy’s Put behind Crossed so many deserts Next one horn stone(kodugallu) That will also come will come Unclosed sentences will be contineously waiting Quotes not lifting(developing) anybody develop shunya(zero) only And inverted exclamatory signs Like useless head weight (head bearing)pillars like Are there no questions to you Like this in school then only world should have known To man who is like answer to all questions No question no question mark also Where is talk of full stop or such other ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,end,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, 63) heartless: Heart you rised to sky and rided on clouds Became world moover rolled on different sides Instead of simply staying in street For long time behind one intercaste beauty wandered At least should have swimed in town pond I am one heartless man here to my words No meaning respect(………………?) because You have carried away all feeling To talk is not one feel response needed? It became inevitable to me to fight against meaning But nobody knows it is like that What is not in real I have filled in acting To digest this art was difficult fo me At beginning but now J have done If I open lip people will become very happy If I make my face grim(small) people tell ayyo pity Nobody knows my long duration’s heratlessness Now I feel world mooves not on by siting in chariot But in it’s acting Decoration feels(haava) they only are enough decorations feels Like wooden footwear (haavuge) Should be good looking Haava means stand(posture) eye guesture posture Style of talk(accent) eye tears laugh or sudenly becoming silent To get up and go ,to remain siting only To comb head in different style or not combing If whitened to paint colour or to leave as it is- One or two?all artists know it Shakespeare was knowing what is relation of role to to actor Made to talk from mouth of actor only Feel is in heart of audien’s heart If it is not there they are also actors only I see in rain bow I see in cloud By strength will see everywhere In rain also in upstairs in grass petals As you are vamachaari(left behaved) on vaama path also Aha who will put in and keep in formaldehyde? Getting rotened will join earth you in some time For that should I act pity? Though fallen supine(face upwards) Smell of soil is forgoten smell of female is forgoten Now what is use if you return also?heart farewell! ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,end,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, 64)cause-effect: i have not asked epics of your existance do I not know flower blosoming from time to time breat milk pouring at the time of motherfood are not these enough each one is wonder(magic) one chain of cause –effect chain hook I weakening myself what are you going to achieve?which is cause what is reason-this is not request this is challenge did I desired evidences? On earth grass is upfaced Rain pouring down from sky That itself becoming cloud technique(wonder) As goes to ocean have I not seen? Our last chance of final round Only about meaning When you want I say no When you say yes I say know This is one face to face From time I know that is history’s From beginning keeping hand to neck To struggle is around one waste? Wheather snake or ant migrated huttha Has made to hide one mind ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,end,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, 65)picture(figure): Picture is beyond time river beyond river field beyond field hill by the side of that hill unclear line like ant line but not ants probably people bundle on head childern and kids are not burden migration going or coming not known wheather sun sets or appears how to tell in figure? Time itself forgeting before and after has become present always desire of moovment only here is existing firmly myself this from where did I pecked to put there only otherwise apashakuna(bad sign) to whole world ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,end,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, 66) yukthamukhe: “how seing my face only standing” told “oho what a talk! this is word told bybiatris to donte” “who is donte?who is biatris?” Aha! This also what a talk! Her innocent mind’s too much deathfullness Joy givimg –each girl becoming briatis Every poet becoming donte Both are unconnected(not relevent) Beautiful if you remain as you are now -felt in mind Therefore only you are yukthamukhe Many people went in search Those who searched and came are not that much Where we feel like standing there should appear Even god also No- still next telling word Test of faith More than all what is more wonder to me is Poet’s mine-publishes his mind also Expresses mind of his imagination also becomes himself Exists without himself what ever een ishis’s only What ever imagined is himself-wonder-none other ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,end,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, 67)false reasons(nepagalu): Who is ghatothkache Tells bee Enering inside of each flower They will tell they don’t know Again next day same question Flowers are different Same question same answer Like this is running aince long timeeven for bee also one reason is required wonder! bee asks master wheather I am thumbee or dumbee few call thumbi few others call dumbi really who I am whom shall I believe? Tells master When you are filled you are thumbi When you are fat dumbi ayya ta and da both are thaalavyas before this lesson only you left school now see it’s effect! Bee asks god Little childern filling me in box shake thae means trouble to hear to my tone(note)-my jham jham note like to them why did you do so me?god tells if childern were to ask there is a meaning is there any meaning go make note(sing)! Why this colour to dark? It eats thousands Of bees ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,end,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, 68)ascending: First died is story For yielding mind to it’s own beauty Burry it Later novel For praising it’s popularity by itself burry it later drama for becoming mad to it’s own beauty burry itt later essay for having illused for it’s own ability burry it at last is poetry it has no reason still fell dead carry away it on that side is waiting an old man kept dry wood under head fixing dry stick under head bringing pouring in water in broken pot I know this person from long time –he told You today Though thousand sticks are fixed upside down I won’t leave my poetry Poetry while living poetry when dead to carry and walk is to man if seen infront what is this affair nothing is deadpoetry is bright story novel drama and essays standing are ready to welcome still is it enough to him see him to carry came with saarameya ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,end,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, Note:in story of rising to heaven first droupadi dies.but here she only is poetry Comes up to end,serial no other roles is not important ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, 69)lamps: Among one thousand lamps allows to float in water Which upto what timthis question is theree In hundreds of kites allod in sky to fly Which kite how fast to how much height Or to earth-that is also question Few questions stop in few places in nooks and corners of our street in boxes of house clothes or forehead’s folds , still nobody has stoped enlighting lamps from year to year they have enlighted pressing one another only-falling on waves floating dancing reflection. Have not seen where which’s Challenge to night sky-mass- In lamp season lamp In air season kite Wheather you are in ganga bank Or in river bank of your town Is not important Moon falls in all water Fall stars Though knowing not available to illusing as available ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,end,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, 69)lamps: Among one thousand lamps allows to float in water Which upto what timthis question is theree In hundreds of kites allod in sky to fly Which kite how fast to how much height Or to earth-that is also question Few questions stop in few places in nooks and corners of our street in boxes of house clothes or forehead’s folds , still nobody has stoped enlighting lamps from year to year they have enlighted pressing one another only-falling on waves floating dancing reflection. Have not seen where which’s Challenge to night sky-mass- In lamp season lamp In air season kite Wheather you are in ganga bank Or in river bank of your town Is not important Moon falls in all water Fall stars Though knowing not available to illusing as available ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,end,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, 70) first sorrow: Two islands side by side These are like two universes Not impossible to make to unite But why to make one? If made unite may become one big island One big universe many uses Still one is one only not two What about water? What is the condition of water moovers depending on that only? Banks become less From one island to other Joy of moovment will not be there Love on oneside way of desiring another That also vanishes Like that two deserts Two hills Two rivers many streams Many types of plants “only one bar in my hands- How can I live like that?” One more swing is needed to me One more glass one more chair One table One more town One more mark(identity) One more address One more god ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,end,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, From story of kafka ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, 71)Feros: Sin our existance is there our becoming? In our becoming is there our existance Are both present in non existance? Years passedarguing like this east and wests Even feros might also have got bored now they are rising coming one by one they have never come across such questions pineapple slices in tin were not in tin were in pinaple fruits they were grown in meditaranion gardens when matured their colour is gold when drilled their fragrance is very sweet should be mixed with pure honey and eaten in peace(consolation) feros siting around table thinking all these nod the head that discysion ran in western people became subject of text books became questions in exam hydegar added time-sarthre composed book called existance and shunyathe (zeroness)-later pitied towards itlike that kant Like that only three acharyas telling ayyo feros are siting to cuting in line are siting feeling drowsygiving head to knife of hair cutter this moment why became small(neglible) to philosophers wonder! ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,end,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, 72)inand out: what is taking place outside me al those seem to take place within me also in the same way what is taking place inside me is taking place outside also this in and out relation brings wonder to me if seven seas are outside seven seas are inside total number becomes fourteenlater why to multiply if multiplied all becomes doubleoutside heaveh and hell even inside alsofear dark within me anxities,difficult paths- be grateful mindin each railway station I enter in –go outside- In this rushi don’t know what I am-one moment drowsy One moment awakennessone moment as though mooving myself One moment as though mooved Sun light in same way dark also Draws line on mebehind window ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,end,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,s 73)hiden time: Time of falling of my underwear Laughing people may laugh by that time I am already distant Moovedto each change of view it’s own dress I rided on sun rays myself For enough of days near town pond Now those who have come for fresh reflections With lamps(dondi,panju) “hold hit!that mad fellow!”when told In hiden land where I was were sleeping line by line Sons of soil with face upside I was knowing this is neither end nor begining Nobody will write beginings and ends Not seen like lines of lands Lines of poetries should go forward facing all And carrying in arms ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,end,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,s 74) dress wearer: When truth was inside false had gone out When truth was inside there was no truth-gringing them face to face my trial did not succeed it won’t give fruit they told because truth is false false itself is truthtwo roles one dress wearer wound of one appears on another body like two same sides of coin when they will become face to face? I am old to me it’s system of economy is not understood holding knife I sat of door step(hosthilu) nothing was seenthey would have understood my mind- that means to it. Truthless falseless my life is wi Useless Throwing knife away will call one- one more will come surely with it surely thinking wheather truth or false?what are own pressures of this dress wearer what I know? To get protected is important this duals Within ourselves-for reason of one not present without other ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,end,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, 75)dignity(prestige): To working woman of canteen restless work Lifting cup saucer plates she lifts and carries Washes keeps Washes tables cleans Rubsfallen dirt This is always present On that day only her walk a little slow Because has child with her Probably it has come after stubbornness Not small for lifting not big for leaving coming kneethat girl comes up to she remains attached to mother where ever she goe why this mother is not talking what people what rush what work even if little edible is got no consolation mother was not like this for ever here no question of cry also thinking like this what child knows about this mother while lifting plates while washing she has not forgoten child attached to leg only coming this girl might have made her walk slow but not love ,but this is not the place to love- even child does not no on obstructing child mother will not keep leg even by mistake in case if child were to miss step even by throwing hand held vessels she is ready to protect-that is known even to those vessels they are also delicate for that only to her walk there is seoerate dignity ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,end,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, s s