मैं होली क्यूँ नहीं खेलता - Why I don't play Holi

आज सुबह माशूक़ा मेरे घर मुझसे मिलने आयी,

वह प्यार से  बोली, "होली है, जान,  मुझे रंग लगाओ
मेरे माथे पर थोड़ा नीला और गालों पर हरा लगाओ" ,
मैं रंग पहचानने मेँ अक्षम हूँ वह शायद भूल गयी,
फिर आइना उसने देखा और लाल पीली हो गयी !

Translation:
Today morning my beloved came home to meet me,
She said lovingly, "It's Holi, dear, apply colour to me,
Put some blue on my forehead and some green on my cheeks,
But she seems to have forgotten that I am colour blind,
She then saw the mirror and became red and yellow*.

* That is the literal translation. In idiomatic Hindi, becoming red and yellow is to become very angry.

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Freyja

When my life's hourglass runs out of sand,
She's the only one who will hold my hand.

She may wear a crown and a pretty gown,
But won't turn my hourglass upside down.

She may smile a bit, or just remain mum,
But I shall know when my time has come.

Her eyes will be shining very very bright,
That I shall surrender to her without a fight.

Then I shall succumb to her deadly charms,
As she enfolds me in her embracing arms.

I realized, as into her clasp I sank and sank,
That she is the only one on whom I can bank,

From the time I heard of her, I surely knew,
She is the only consort who's eternally true.

Others may cry and some others may weep,
As I bid adieu - it's time for my eternal sleep.


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