HARIVANSH RAI BACHCHAN POEM IN PDF

Seeking wine, the drinker leaves home for the tavern. Perplexed, he asks, "Which path will take me there? You will find the tavern. The wine gurgles and splashes as it falls from the goblet. It sounds like the tinkling of bells on the feet of an intoxicated girl.

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Seeking wine, the drinker leaves home for the tavern. Perplexed, he asks, "Which path will take me there? You will find the tavern. The wine gurgles and splashes as it falls from the goblet. It sounds like the tinkling of bells on the feet of an intoxicated girl. We have reached there, a few steps are we from the tavern, Hark!

Hear the laughter of the drinkers, as the fragrance of the tavern wafts through the air. Call it not lava, though it flows red, like a tongue of flame. Call it not the blistered heart, for it is only foaming wine. Lost memories serve the wine, that intoxicates with pain. If you find happiness in suffering, come to my tavern. He who has burnt all scriptures with his inner fire, Has broken temples, mosques and churches with carefree abandon, And has cut the nooses of pandits, mullahs and priests Only he is welcome in my tavern.

Alas, he that with eager lips, has not kissed this wine, Alas, he that trembling with joy, has not touched a brimming goblet, He that has not drawn close the coy wine-maiden by her hand, Has wasted this honey-filled tavern of Life.

With unbroken pace, she rotates the rosary of wine glasses. Drink more! I am Shiva incarnate and this tavern is my temple. Only once every year, the fires of Holi are lit.

Only once is the game played and are garlands of lamps lit. But, O, those who are lost in the world, come and see the tavern any day, The tavern celebrates a Holi, every morning and a Diwali every night.

Whatever the taste on my lips, it tastes like wine. Whatever the vessel in my hands, it feels like a goblet.

Every face dissolves into the features of my wine-maiden, And whatever be in front of my eyes, they fill only with visions of the tavern. Ah, Beautiful, your lovely face is like a crystal bowl, Whose precious gem is your beauty, sparkling like sweet, intoxicating wine.

I am the wine-maiden and I am the guest. Where sit we together, there indeed is the tavern. A mere two days she served me but the young maiden is sulking now. She fills my goblet and passes it curtly to me. Her coquetry and charms are lost arts; All the tavern wishes now is to fulfil its obligations. Life is short. How much love can I give and how much can I drink? They say, "He departs," at the very moment that he is born. While he is being welcomed, I have seen his farewell being prepared.

They started closing the shutters of the tavern, as soon as they were raised. O maiden! Which burning heart has been pacified by drinking? Every drinker repeats only one chant, "More! Of how many such hopes is this tavern a tomb? Yama will come as the wine-maiden and bring his black wine, Drink, and know no more consciousness, O carefree one. This is the ultimate trance, the ultimate wine-maiden and the ultimate goblet. O traveller, drink judiciously, for you will never find the tavern again.

Each day, O companion, spills more wine from my life. Each day, O fortunate one, this goblet, my body, is burnt. Each day, O lovely woman, this wine-maiden, my youth, distances itself from me. Each day, O beauty, this tavern, my Life, is drying up. When from the earthen jar of my body, the wine of life is emptied, When the final wine-maiden comes with her bowl of poison, When my hand forgets the touch of the goblet, and my lips the taste of wine, Whisper in my ears, "the wine, the goblet, the tavern!

When you bear my corpse, pallbearers, remember this! Call not the name of God, but call to the truth that is the tavern.

Weep over my corpse, if you can weep tears of wine. Sigh dejectedly for me, if you are intoxicated and carefree. Bear me on your shoulders, if you stumble drunkenly along. Cremate me on that land, where there once was a tavern. Pour on my ashes, not ghee, but wine. Tie to a vine of grapes, not a waterpot, but a wine-goblet.

And when, my darling, you must call guests for the ritual feast, Do this - call those who will drink and have the tavern opened for them. If anyone asks my name, say it was, "The Drunkard". My work? I drank and passed the goblet to everyone. O Beloved, if they ask my caste, say only that I was mad. Say my religion worshipped goblets and then chant with your rosary, "The tavern, the tavern! And sit somewhere, having filled the Ganga with wine.

If you can wet the earth somewhere, my soul will be satisfied. Offer your libations to your ancestral spirits by reading repeatedly, "The tavern, the tavern.

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Harivansh rai bachchan poems in hindi book

Madhushala released in a new format Big B released the book to mark the th birth anniversary of his father late Harivansh Rai Bachchan. Madhushala - The House of Wine , a book designed in a format that contains both the original and English translation of poems side by side, interspersed with illustrations of paintings done by Namrita, niece of megastar Amitabh Bachchan, was released in Mumbai. The Bollywood icon released the book to commemorate the th birth anniversary of his father late Harivansh Rai Bachchan. Madhushala , an immortal creation by Harivansh Rai, is still celebrated for its artistic genius and the nostalgia from the days when the poet himself presented it on the stage much to the audiences delight. The poetry is as alive today as it was when the live audience listened to the recitations, spellbound to the message and beauty. File Name: harivansh rai bachchan poems in hindi book.

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