Chakravyuh mein ghusne se pehle,
kaun tha mein aur kaisa tha,
yeh mujhe yaad hi na rahega.
(Before I entered
this circular maze of deceit,
what was I and who was I,
this I would not remember…)
Chakravyuh mein ghusne ke baad,
mere aur chakravyuh ke beech,
sirf ek jaanleva nikat’ta thi,
iska mujhe pata hi na chalega.
(After making it into the circle,
between me and this sprawling maze,
what would only remain, is a deathly dance,
this I would not gather.)
Chakravyuh se nikalne ke baad,
main mukt ho jaoon bhale hi,
phir bhi chakravyuh ki rachna mein
farq hi na padega.
(After making it out of this maze,
even so, if I become free…
this would hardly have any effect on
the establishment of the circle…)
Marun ya maarun,
maara jaoon ya jaan se maardun.
iska faisla kabhi na ho paayega.
(Whether I give in or I slay…
Whether I kill or end up dead.
This decision would always
remain hanging in the air.)
Soya hua aadmi jab
neend se uthkar chalna shuru karta hai,
tab sapnon ka sansar use,
dobara dikh hi na paayega.
(A man in a somber sleep
when starts to take steps once he’s awake.
Would never encounter now
the dreamful landscape.)
Us roshni mein jo nirnay ki roshni hai
sab kuchh samaan hoga kya?
(In that light,
which is the light of judgment.
Would everything be equal?)
Ek palde mein napunsakta,
ek palde mein paurush,
aur theek taraazu ke kaante par
ardh satya.
(At one end of the scale lies the man,
At another rests the impotence…
And right between the needle
hangs “the Half-Truthfulness)
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RJ
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Chakravyuh mein ghusne se pehle,
kaun tha mein aur kaisa tha,
yeh mujhe yaad hi na rahega.
(Before I entered
this circular maze of deceit,
what was I and who was I,
this I would not remember…)
Chakravyuh mein ghusne ke baad,
mere aur chakravyuh ke beech,
sirf ek jaanleva nikat’ta thi,
iska mujhe pata hi na chalega.
(After making it into the circle,
between me and this sprawling maze,
what would only remain, is a deathly dance,
this I would not gather.)
Chakravyuh se nikalne ke baad,
main mukt ho jaoon bhale hi,
phir bhi chakravyuh ki rachna mein
farq hi na padega.
(After making it out of this maze,
even so, if I become free…
this would hardly have any effect on
the establishment of the circle…)
Marun ya maarun,
maara jaoon ya jaan se maardun.
iska faisla kabhi na ho paayega.
(Whether I give in or I slay…
Whether I kill or end up dead.
This decision would always
remain hanging in the air.)
Soya hua aadmi jab
neend se uthkar chalna shuru karta hai,
tab sapnon ka sansar use,
dobara dikh hi na paayega.
(A man in a somber sleep
when starts to take steps once he’s awake.
Would never encounter now
the dreamful landscape.)
Us roshni mein jo nirnay ki roshni hai
sab kuchh samaan hoga kya?
(In that light,
which is the light of judgment.
Would everything be equal?)
Ek palde mein napunsakta,
ek palde mein paurush,
aur theek taraazu ke kaante par
ardh satya.
(At one end of the scale lies the man,
At another rests the impotence…
And right between the needle
hangs “the Half-Truthfulness)
