पाब्लो नेरुदा-कविता अनुवाद
सुस्त मृत्यु ( डाइ स्लोली )
कवि पाब्लो नेरुदा
उ ! जो आदतको नोकर बन्दछ ,
जो एउटै मार्गमा दैनिक चल्दछ ,
जसले बदलदैन आफ्नो दिनचर्या
जो आफ्ना वस्त्रको रगं बदल्ने जोखिम मोल्दैन ,
जो बोल्दैन अनी अनुभव गर्दैन , विस्तारै मर्दछ ।
तिनी जो आफ्नो जोश बाट भाग्दछन ,
जो सेतोमा कालो बढाउछन
राम्रोमा नराम्रो खोज्दछन ,
आँखामा चमक ल्याउने भावको चक्रवात छोडेर -
जो एक भावमा बहन्छ
जसले आफ्नो ह्रदय बन्दीगृह बनाउछ ,
गल्तीका अनुहार अनी अनुभुतीको , सुस्तरी मर्नेछ ।
उ जसले कुराहरुलाई हेर-फेर गर्दैन
जो काममा खुसी छैन ,
अनिश्चीतको लागी निश्चीतको ,
जो जोखिम लिदैन
आफ्ना सपनाको पछी दौडदैन ,
कम्तीमा जीवनमा एक-पटक
जो आफ्नो लौकिक धुन सुन्दैन ,हठात मर्नेछ ।
जो घुमदैन ,जो पढदैन-
जो सगिँत सुन्दैन
जसले कृपा आफैमा आफ्ना लागी भेटदैन ,मन्द मर्नेछ ।
जसले सुस्तरी आफ्नै आत्म-सम्मान भत्काउछ ,
जसले आफैलाई सहयोग गर्न बाट रोक्दछ ,
जो पुरा-दिन शिकायत गर्दछ
आफ्नै दुर्भाग्य अनी अविरल वर्षातको लागी ,अथाहै-विस्तारै मर्नेछ ।
उ वा उनी जो योजना सुरु नगरी त्याग्दछ
जसले अज्ञात विषयमा प्रश्न गर्दैन ,
जसले ज्ञात विषयको जवाफ दिदैन ,मन्द मर्दछ ।
जीवन्तता-सामान्य स्वासप्रश्वासको तथ्य हैन ।
रच जीवन ,मोल जोखिम ,गर प्रयास
आफ्नो शानदार खुसीको लागी !
Pablo Neruda - Die Slowly
He who becomes the slave of habit,
who follows the same routes every day,
who never changes pace,
who does not risk and change the color of his clothes,
who does not speak and does not experience,
dies slowly.
He or she who shuns passion,
who prefers black on white,
dotting ones "it’s" rather than a bundle of emotions, the kind that make your eyes glimmer,
that turn a yawn into a smile,
that make the heart pound in the face of mistakes and feelings,
dies slowly.
He or she who does not turn things topsy-turvy,
who is unhappy at work,
who does not risk certainty for uncertainty,
to thus follow a dream,
those who do not forego sound advice at least once in their lives,
die slowly.
He who does not travel, who does not read,
who does not listen to music,
who does not find grace in himself,
she who does not find grace in herself,
dies slowly.
He who slowly destroys his own self-esteem,
who does not allow himself to be helped,
who spends days on end complaining about his own bad luck, about the rain that never stops,
dies slowly.
He or she who abandon a project before starting it, who fail to ask questions on subjects he doesn't know, he or she who don't reply when they are asked something they do know,
die slowly.
Let's try and avoid death in small doses,
reminding oneself that being alive requires an effort far greater than the simple fact of breathing.
Only a burning patience will lead
to the attainment of a splendid happiness.
Pablo Neruda
