Translators From Nepal

"Haunted trees covered behind the curtains of their own leaves stare at the dark from the fringe of streets."

"Lampposts look in the glow of their defeated light robbed by the fog but cannot tell if the streets lying by stretching limbs in courtyards are sleeping face downwards or supine."

"Creation does not cease just because there is darkness!"

"I would regard meanings given by others so far as refreshing boon, I would still be enamored of rose or any heartless flower's smell if tender tides of your affection had not suffused the pollen of my heart with loving aroma."

"I shall not go out at all given that my love is here shall always stay attached to these hearts. I shall never bid farewell to this place! But I have to send this body anyhow from here."

"What heart touched is what is touched what heart experienced is what is experienced where heart lived is what is lived."

"I could not say which one was more authentic, their fate or the slender woody sticks that supported their shacks."

"I felt I was getting enraged and losing my speech like them losing their dreams."

"I was feeling like mad by the melody of birds singing out of tune in the settlements where travels lose their own destinations."

"Is freedom dearer than life? or does it become easier to live when life becomes difficult?"

"Life was running, running after a mirage-like desires."

"I asked my life why it carried along my dreams but chose to escape me."

"Still enveloped in a blanket of dreams my life continued to lie still, pretending as if it was in a deep slumber."

"The road kept coming, and continued going somewhere alone."

"This evening, too the Sun had to tell the same story before he went away, leaving the forlorn moon hankering after his light."

"Let us be honest we have praised Angulimala will make no difference if you convey my salute to Amrapali."

"This moment I am keener on the stories of valour washed away by this year's monsoon floods than the abstract shapes glued to myths, history and stories."

"When this flood blocks the road I am worried more by my soil getting washed, than by getting late to reach my destination."

"Should I complete this poem or should I put my room’s light out?"

"In how many minds should I go crazy? whom should I ask?"

"Which eyes should I look for to find the ultimate unreasoned answer?"

"Without asking anybody’s advice I turned myself insane."

"You who are sitting before me have the power to change my consciousness into painting, poem, melody or anything else!"

"I know you'll speak no truth at this time. I've to be guided solely by your silence, your eyes and the inaudible appeals of your heart."

"The walls are releasing heat , as if they are angry with each other. The room has been insaned by the heat. The bed is inflamed as if it were an oven. The bed sheet is soaked with sweat, and about to run away getting stuck to the man."

"The experience knows that the rule of an autocrat cannot last long."

"From the sky one cannot touch the heart of the stone petrified with a desire to live after living a life of softness for long, one cannot get to touch the tenderness of a flower smiling despite being battered in turn by heat and frost."

"The lovers feel that they are content looking at each other from a distance. The repulsiveness caused by heat between them, is more powerful than all cravings for love and lust."

"Having been ripped open and drained by the crowd when I enter my home, many homes seem to be waiting for me to give a shape to this life which is about to perish."

"I'm searching a heart inside me-- a heart that's ebullient by swallowing the entire pain of the creation, a heart jubilant by accepting the entire tears of the world, a heart aglow by merging the entire dark within itself a heart that's smooth, effervescent and clean."

"This market speaking life when heard from each person is now making staggering confused noise of all people speaking together."

"Man and woman cease to be humans once they get lost into crowds."

"Are people like market who live as humans when they’re alone but live as great complexity when they’re in groups?"

"Every morning I wake up with the news of bloodshed. I feel my body, desperate to know whether I’m still alive."