Bida..

Here is a translation of one of my previous attempts on a poem, titled Letting Her Go, written my junior at college, Nikita

aansoon jo uski baraste rahe,

dheeme dheeme, andheron mein who taraste rahe,

daard uska sirf use dikha,

jo uski muhabat mein fana hua.

woh hasti thi,woh gati thi,

khil khilati thi woh roshiniyon mein,

jhoote un muskanon ke peeche,

chupi hui thi woh andheron mein.

kisi ko na dhikha uska daard,

keh te rahe khushiyon ki woh toli hai,

sun ke duniya walon ki woh tarife,

jeeti rahi woh mar mar ke.

raaton ke andheron mein naqaab jo usne utaraa,

deewana uska khada sirf dekh ta hi raha gaya,

basa liya use apni bahoon mein istaraha,

ki khamoshiyon mein bhi unho ne 

ek dusre ko sun liya.

bahon ke kaid se jo woh nikli,

fasala itna badh gaya,

ki khamoshiyan bhi cheekhne lagi,

jana tha jo usko hamesha hamesha ke liye

kaandhe par sar rakh kar,

jo woh roti rahi,

vida kar diya usko,

jo thi sirf meri.

shaadi ke jode mein jo woh thi khadi,

dikhi woh mujhe bheegi palkon se,

badhayiyan di usko tute hue dil se,

dhikha uska bhi daard un akiyan mein.