Abhijit Naskar's Blog - Posts Tagged "multilingual-poet"

Call me misafir, call me göçmen,
This heart of mine is always migrant.
Şan ve şöhrete ben muhtaç değilim,
Benim derdim dünya, dünya dermanım.

Call me gypsy, or call me refugee,
This heart of mine is always migrant.
I’ve got no use for silicon or gold,
World is my bane, world, my ointment.

In Sanskrit I am Abhijit,
In English I am Victor.
In Arabic I am Ghalib,
In History I am Reformer.

Call me whatever you like,
Befitting your culture.
I have no reservations,
Above my human nature.

So many tongues, as many names –
Some call agua, some call pani.
Conquer the tongue, spirit is the same –
Some dub it divine, I live as humanity.

Sometimes I’m battered vagabond,
Sometimes I’m shattered seer.
No claim to name, fame or reign,
Lovedrunk I write borracha poesía.

Sometimes I’m mest-i-mevlana,
Sometimes I’m my own Shams.
Sometimes I’m dastan-e-dervish,
Sometimes I’m selam-e-sapiens.

I am no brahmin,
I am the Godfather of brahmins;
I am Parabrahma, the Brahmins worship.
I am Adi, I am Anth, I am Ananth Adishakti.

Leave your creed, crown and
constitution, when you enter my door.
I am but a human if you are human,
if you’re sectarian, I’m messiah galore.

I reveal policy to politicians,
I write the law for lawyers,
I unfold order to the coppers,
I light the psyche to shrinkers.

I am justice to the activists,
Common sense to the scientists,
I’m illumination to philosophers,
I am existence to existentialists.

I am poetry to the poets,
Bridge of culture to linguists.
I am good news in seminaries,
I am the human part of humanists.

Who am I – or better yet, what am I?
I am the heartquake to all halftruth.
What am I, or just the same, who am I?
Refugee of love, I am Miracle Mejnu.