2022-12-03

Ní Imíonn an tAm

Ní raibh Baje in ann dul síos go dtí na goirt
Anuraidh, bhí bata aige agus leis sin shroiseadh sé an clós
An uair seo níor bhain sé amach ach an póirse
Tar éis trí lá sa leaba, d'imigh Baje uainn.
D'imigh Boju
Ansin thosnaigh bean an tí ag imeacht
D'imigh sí ar dtús ón gclós go dtí an póirse
ag an bpóirse ba bhabhdán í a chosain an grán
a bhí á thriomú sa chlós
D'imigh an solas as a súile,
as a cosa, d'imigh neart na ngéag
agus nuair a bhí a cuid mianta ag imeacht
d'imigh sí féin ansin.
Lá amháin, thosnaigh cailín óg fiáin do mo mhealladh
ach bhíos-sa im' loch séimh, im' linn lena taobh
Bhí an óige ag imeacht uaim
san fhómhar buí, sna goirt
an rís ina chocaí
bhí an grán imithe agus aoileach ab ea é anois
Tá an domhan féin ag imeacht gach aon lá
Tá an t-atmaisféar ag imeacht isteach sa pholl ózóin
Le himeacht na síolóige, is an phlanda
imeacht na mbláthanna is na nduilleog marbh
imeacht na duilleoige is an phéacáin
imeacht na bachlóige is an bhlátha
leis na himeachtaí sin uile
d'imigh an loiteog bheannaithe de dhroim an domhain
Ach níor imigh an t-am
Níl an t-am ann
D'imeodh an t-am dá mbeadh sé ann.

Rajendra Bhandari


Time does not Pass

Baje has become incapable of going down to the fields
Last year, using a stick, he could reach the yard
This time he only made it to the porch
After a three-day confinement, Baje passed away.
Boju passed away
Then mother began to pass away
At first she passed from the yard to the porch
At the porch she became a scarecrow to the grain
drying in the yard
The light passed from her eyes,
from her legs, the strength to stand
even as her desires were passing,
she passed away herself.
One day, a wild young thing flirted with me
But like a calm lake, I pooled by her side
Youth was passing from me
In the yellow autumn, in the fields
the paddy was passing into haystacks
the grain had passed and become manure
The world itself is passing every day
The atmosphere is passing into the ozone hole
With the passing of seedling, and of plant
the passing of flower and dead leaves
the passing of leaf and shoot
the passing of bud and flower
with these passages
the venerable lotus passed from the face of the earth
But time has not passed
Time is just not there
Time would pass, if at all it existed.

Rajendra Bhandari