जीवन के वैभव से भरपूर इस धरती की अत्यधिक सुंदरता, हर पंखुड़ी के साथ एक नया विचार देती है। जिन पलों में मन सुंदरता में डूब जाता है, वे ही एकमात्र पल होते हैं जब हम वास्तव में जीते हैं...
The exceeding beauty of the earth, in her splendour of life, yields a new thought with every petal. The hours when the mind is absorbed by beauty are the only hours when we really live...
The exceeding beauty of the earth, in her splendour of life, yields a new thought with every petal. The hours when the mind is absorbed by beauty are the only hours when we really live...
मुझे लंबी घास के बीच, पत्तों के सुकून और हवा में गूंजते संगीत के साथ इस पुराने पेड़ के नीचे ही रहना चाहिए। ऐसा लगता है जैसे मैं उस चमकती हुई ज़िंदगी को महसूस कर सकता हूँ जिसे धूप और दक्षिण की हवाएं जीवित करती हैं।
I must stay under the old tree in the midst of the long grass, the luxury of the leaves, and the song in the very air. It seems as if I could feel all the glowing life the sunshine gives and the south winds calls into being.
I must stay under the old tree in the midst of the long grass, the luxury of the leaves, and the song in the very air. It seems as if I could feel all the glowing life the sunshine gives and the south winds calls into being.
धरti ki ye alaukik sundarta, apne jeevan ke ujaale mein, har pankhudi ke saath ek naye vichar ko janm deti hai। Jis samay hamara man sundarta mein lin hota hai, wahi pal hamare asli jeene ke pal hote hain, taaki hum jitni der in cheezon ke beech reh sakein, anivarsh Samay ke haathon se utna hi zyada waqt chheen sakein।
The exceeding beauty of the earth, in her splendour of life, yields a new thought with every petal. The hours when the mind is absorbed by beauty are the only hours when we really live, so that the longer we can stay among these things so much the more is snatched from inevitable Time.
The exceeding beauty of the earth, in her splendour of life, yields a new thought with every petal. The hours when the mind is absorbed by beauty are the only hours when we really live, so that the longer we can stay among these things so much the more is snatched from inevitable Time.
bada samudra insaan ko bada shakkee bana deta hai।
The great sea makes one a great sceptic.
The great sea makes one a great sceptic.
O sundar manushya jeevan! Jab main iske baare mein sochta hun toh meri aankhon mein aansu aa jaate hain। Itna sundar, itna abhyan ki apeksha se pare sundar! Ye geet kabhi chup nahi hona chahiye, ye nritya kabhi thamna nahi chahiye, ye hansi aisi lagni chahiye jaise behti hui dhaar jo sada ke liye chalti rehti hai।
O beautiful human life! Tears come to my eyes as I think of it. So beautiful, so inexpressibly beautiful! The song should never be silent, the dance never still, the laugh should sound like water which runs forever.
O beautiful human life! Tears come to my eyes as I think of it. So beautiful, so inexpressibly beautiful! The song should never be silent, the dance never still, the laugh should sound like water which runs forever.
Jaise hawa samudra ke upar ghumte hue har lehar se ek adrishya hissa le leti hai, aur kinare par baithe logon tak samudra ka divya sneh pahunchati hai, vaise hi pedon aur jhaadiyon ke beech thehri hui hawa—hare-bhare samudra aur lehar—garmi ke sookshm kanon se bhar gayi।
As the wind, wandering over the sea, takes from each wave an invisible portion, and brings to those on shore the ethereal essence of ocean, so the air lingering among the woods and hedges – green waves and billows – became full of fine atoms of summer.
As the wind, wandering over the sea, takes from each wave an invisible portion, and brings to those on shore the ethereal essence of ocean, so the air lingering among the woods and hedges – green waves and billows – became full of fine atoms of summer.
atma ek bade jeevan ke liye samudra ki tarah machalti hai। maine jo bhi vichar kabhi socha hai, woh meri atma ko santusht nahi kar paya।
The soul throbs like the sea for a larger life. No thought which I have ever had has satisfied my soul.
The soul throbs like the sea for a larger life. No thought which I have ever had has satisfied my soul.
Ek ke baad ek baanjh ke ped aur elm ke ped, chahe jitni baar bhi dohraaye jaen, unki sundarta sirf badhti hi hai। Yahi haal garmi ke dinon ka bhi hai; wahi ghaas aur hare-bhare jhaadiyon par suraj ugta hai, wahi neela aasmaan hota hai, par kya hamara in sab se kabhi mann bhara hai? Nahi, sau saal mein bhi nahi!
Oak follows oak, and elm ranks with elm, however many times reduplicated, their beauty only increases. So, too, the summer days; the sun rises on the same grasses and green hedges, there is the same blue sky, but did we ever have enough of them? No, not in a hundred years!
Oak follows oak, and elm ranks with elm, however many times reduplicated, their beauty only increases. So, too, the summer days; the sun rises on the same grasses and green hedges, there is the same blue sky, but did we ever have enough of them? No, not in a hundred years!
Maine dekha hai ki lagbhag woh sabhi log jo khet mein mehnat karte hain, aur hare-bhare maidanon mein apna kaam karte hain, woh janwar jagat ko bhi tark-vitark ki kshamata ka hissedar mante hain। Ye toh badhai log hain jo bejaan putliyon ka ek poora sanshar khada kar dete hain।
I have observed that almost all those whose labour lies in the field, and who go down to their business in the green meadows, admit the animal world to a share in the faculty of reason. It is the cabinet makers who construct a universe of automatons.
I have observed that almost all those whose labour lies in the field, and who go down to their business in the green meadows, admit the animal world to a share in the faculty of reason. It is the cabinet makers who construct a universe of automatons.
Mitti aur thande padaarthon ke is chamatkaari roopantaran mein, jahan ve jeevit cheezon mein badal jaate hain, garmi ki khushi aur ummeed basi hoti hai। Ghaas ka har tinka, har patta, har alag phool aur pankhudi, ummeed ki ek aisi kahani kehta hai jo dur tak faili hai. Isliye meri ummeed bhi kshitij ki tarah vishal ho jaati hai, jise har patta dohrata hai, har daali gaati hai, aur har phool ki chamak mein dekha ja sakta hai।
It is in this marvellous transformation of clods and cold matter into living things that the joy and the hope of summer reside. Every blade of grass, each leaf, each separate floret and petal, is an inscription speaking of hope. So that my hope becomes as broad as the horizon afar, reiterated by every leaf, sung on every bough, reflected in the gleam of every flower.
It is in this marvellous transformation of clods and cold matter into living things that the joy and the hope of summer reside. Every blade of grass, each leaf, each separate floret and petal, is an inscription speaking of hope. So that my hope becomes as broad as the horizon afar, reiterated by every leaf, sung on every bough, reflected in the gleam of every flower.
Kabootar, gilehariyan, pedon ki daaliyon par baithne wale pakshi aur khet ke jeev kitne vishwasi hote hain। Unhi se seekh kar hum apne man ke dar ko mita dein, aur maut ka samna bhi utni hi shanti se karein jitna ve us bhayanak bijli ka karte hain; kitne vishwasi aur apne bhagya se santusht, khud mein mast aur nirdarr। Agar main keval apni buddhi aur ichha shakti se us dev-tulya shanti aur saahas tak pahunch sakun jise hum anjaane mein darrpauk fakhta (dove) kehte hain, toh mera jeevan lagbhag poorn ho jaega।
So trustful are the doves, the squirrels, the birds of the branches, and the creatures of the field. Under their tuition let us rid ourselves of mental terrors, and face death itself as calmly as they do the livid lightning; so trustful and so content with their fate, resting in themselves and unappalled. If but by reason and will I could reach the godlike calm and courage of what we so thoughtlessly call the timid turtle-dove, I should lead a nearly perfect life.
So trustful are the doves, the squirrels, the birds of the branches, and the creatures of the field. Under their tuition let us rid ourselves of mental terrors, and face death itself as calmly as they do the livid lightning; so trustful and so content with their fate, resting in themselves and unappalled. If but by reason and will I could reach the godlike calm and courage of what we so thoughtlessly call the timid turtle-dove, I should lead a nearly perfect life.
Garmi humein dikhati hai ki kaise padaarth jeevan mein badal raha hai, laakhon nalikaon ke zariye dharti se ras upar chadh raha hai, prakash ki jaadui shakti mazboot baanjh ke ped ke andar ja rahi hai; aur dekho! woh anginat patton ke roop mein phoot padti hai।
Summer shows us Matter changing into life, sap rising from the earth through a million tubes, the alchemic power of light entering the solid oak; and see! it bursts forth in countless leaves.
Summer shows us Matter changing into life, sap rising from the earth through a million tubes, the alchemic power of light entering the solid oak; and see! it bursts forth in countless leaves.