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කවි සංකල්පනා
- Thread starter Sara531
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I wandered lonely as a cloud by William Wordsworth
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
-William Wordsworth - 1807 - Poems in Two Volumes -
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
-William Wordsworth - 1807 - Poems in Two Volumes -
වහින්නට ඕනැමයි
තෙමෙන්නට රලු බිමක්
හූම් ගා නිවෙන්නට
රතුපාට පෙම් හිතක්
නටන තිසරුන් අතර
නිදා ඉන්නට ටිකක්
අඳුර අරගෙන එන්න
ඉරට නොහැකිද ටිකක්
කුඩේකින් වහන්නට
බෑ නටන සිත් දෙකක්
ලෝකයේ අවලාද
පා තුඩග දූ බිඳක්
ලෙවන් සිටියත් දුරින්
පෙරවාන සේ බිතක්
ලෝකයේ තිබුණා ද
රාගයෙන් තොර පෙමක්
චතුරංග මනෝජ්
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Monologue for an Onion
I don’t mean to make you cry.
I mean nothing, but this has not kept you
From peeling away my body, layer by layer,
The tears clouding your eyes as the table fills
With husks, cut flesh, all the debris of pursuit.
Poor deluded human: you seek my heart.
Hunt all you want. Beneath each skin of mine
Lies another skin: I am pure onion--pure union
Of outside and in, surface and secret core.
Look at you, chopping and weeping. Idiot.
Is this the way you go through life, your mind
A stopless knife, driven by your fantasy of truth,
Of lasting union--slashing away skin after skin
From things, ruin and tears your only signs
Of progress? Enough is enough.
You must not grieve that the world is glimpsed
Through veils. How else can it be seen?
How will you rip away the veil of the eye, the veil
That you are, you who want to grasp the heart
Of things, hungry to know where meaning
Lies. Taste what you hold in your hands: onion-juice,
Yellow peels, my stinging shreds. You are the one
In pieces. Whatever you meant to love, in meaning to
You changed yourself: you are not who you are,
Your soul cut moment to moment by a blade
Of fresh desire, the ground sown with abandoned skins.
And at your inmost circle, what? A core that is
Not one. Poor fool, you are divided at the heart,
Lost in its maze of chambers, blood, and love,
A heart that will one day beat you to death.
-Suji Kwock Kim - Notes from the Divided Country -
I don’t mean to make you cry.
I mean nothing, but this has not kept you
From peeling away my body, layer by layer,
The tears clouding your eyes as the table fills
With husks, cut flesh, all the debris of pursuit.
Poor deluded human: you seek my heart.
Hunt all you want. Beneath each skin of mine
Lies another skin: I am pure onion--pure union
Of outside and in, surface and secret core.
Look at you, chopping and weeping. Idiot.
Is this the way you go through life, your mind
A stopless knife, driven by your fantasy of truth,
Of lasting union--slashing away skin after skin
From things, ruin and tears your only signs
Of progress? Enough is enough.
You must not grieve that the world is glimpsed
Through veils. How else can it be seen?
How will you rip away the veil of the eye, the veil
That you are, you who want to grasp the heart
Of things, hungry to know where meaning
Lies. Taste what you hold in your hands: onion-juice,
Yellow peels, my stinging shreds. You are the one
In pieces. Whatever you meant to love, in meaning to
You changed yourself: you are not who you are,
Your soul cut moment to moment by a blade
Of fresh desire, the ground sown with abandoned skins.
And at your inmost circle, what? A core that is
Not one. Poor fool, you are divided at the heart,
Lost in its maze of chambers, blood, and love,
A heart that will one day beat you to death.
-Suji Kwock Kim - Notes from the Divided Country -
පසුතැවීම
රතු මලක් සිපගතිමි
ගැහෙන රලු හිතකින්
බිම වැටුණි සුවද මල
ලිහි මුදුව අතරින්
කටු ඇණී දැදුරු වුණු
දෙතොල් පෙති දවමින්
හදවතේ කැටි ගැහෙයි
ලේ රිදුම් දෙවමින්
ගෙවන්න්ට බැරි තරම්
පව් පිරුණු සිතකින්
ඉව කරමි අතීතෙට
සුවඳ මල සොයමින්
රතු මලක් සිපගතිමි
ගැහෙන රලු හිතකින්
බිම වැටුණි සුවද මල
ලිහි මුදුව අතරින්
කටු ඇණී දැදුරු වුණු
දෙතොල් පෙති දවමින්
හදවතේ කැටි ගැහෙයි
ලේ රිදුම් දෙවමින්
ගෙවන්න්ට බැරි තරම්
පව් පිරුණු සිතකින්
ඉව කරමි අතීතෙට
සුවඳ මල සොයමින්
අනේ... මේ..... පලයන් බන් යන්න...
අයියා ඔනි එකක් පොස්ට් කරන්න...ඔය සරුවත් කාන් වෙන්න ඇති.........
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