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Thursday, 31 July 2014

Words, Words!



                                     POEMS AND POETS


                          16. Words,Words!

While in College, I heard these lines:

Words are wise men's counters, they do but reckon by them;
but they are the money of fools!

This was said by Thomas Hobbes. It points to an inherent difficulty in determining the precise sense of words. Words acquire meaning according to the wisdom of the learner. Children study Blake's 'Tyger' in school. But a philosopher would see no physical tiger at all!  Words are for the wise like the finger pointing at the moon; the finger is not the moon.


With the explosion of information, and spread of literacy, huge books are routinely written. One wonders if the same things could not be said in fewer words. I wonder if the profusion of words does not hide poverty of thought,or clarity. Brevity is the essence of mastery of a subject, not just the soul of wit. This is also the real beauty of poetry, compared to prose! 

When we take up scriptures, we find a few words to be of exceptional importance. Ramana Maharshi used to point out that in the whole of the Bible, only the words I AM THAT I AM was printed in capital letters! Lot of confusion is caused by translating words from one language to another. Bible, the largest selling book in the world, came from  Hebrew (Aramaic) to Greek to Latin to King James to Modern English and meaning of words has changed. Msgr.R.A .Knox who like Chesterton ( and later Bede Griffiths) embraced Roman Catholicism translated the Bible from the Latin, closely comparing it to the Greek and Hebrew versions, and is reported to have pointed out the differences in meanings of many words. Even so, Knox was a theologian and scholar, not a spiritually realised person whose take might be different.

I find that in regard to ancient Hindu scriptures, scholars and academics who have no practical touch with  a living tradition go off on their own on a fanciful journey putting their own interpretation on important words. There is always substantial difference between what they write and what is understood by the traditional followers and expounders. But since the latter do not write elegantly, and do not find international publishers, their work is neglected.

These foreign scholars do not understand some simple things, apart from lacking genuine sympathy for the subject. They almost always have a hidden agenda in attempting to translate Hindu works. If they observe the practical habits of orthodox Hindus, they will find that Hindus use certain things only for certain purposes or on specific occasions. The mug they use in the bathroom, they will not use in the kitchen. They will not draw water from the bathroom    for use in the kitchen, though in the modern residential complexes, they have a common source in the same overhead tank. The utensils they use for the Sraddha ceremony will not be handled daily. It is the same with regard to words in the scriptures. 

Sanskrit has not escaped the fate ancient languages  have suffered in translation at alien hands.. Fundamental words like "Arya","Varna",  are given fanciful interpretations. Arya means 'one of noble conduct'. Is there a one word English equivalent? Would 'gentleman' do? No. The Sanskrit original indicates a state of high self-culture, result of consciously chosen, self-imposed discipline, involving  instinctive application of the highest standards of unimpeachable conduct. In the Ramayana, Sita calls Rama "Arya putra". In the Bhagavad Gita, Krishna opens his dialogue, chiding Arjuna for his  " anarya jushtam"  ie non-Aryan like conduct. 2.2 It does not indicate social status at all. But the English word indicates a person of certain social status. So we have the verse:

"When Adam delved and Eve span,
Who was then the gentleman?" 

Westerners have made 'Aryan' stand for race! 

"Varna" means colour. But what colour? How come four colours? Why only four? It is clear that colour here has a  psychological or symbolic significance. But the Portuguese rendered it as 'caste' and so it has stayed.

Our own scholars are not free from this influence. They habitually defer to the views of Western scholars. Marco Pallis once said that even Vivekananda was not  entirely free from this.

I want to consider a few important words in the Gita which are interpreted rather superficially : Sreya:, Kripana; and Smritir labda. Of these, Shreya has been covered in an earlier post.(No.3, On Duty)

The whole Gita discourse is triggered by the following words of Arjuna:
"Karpanya doshopa hataswabhava prucchami tvam dharma 
              sammudha cheta:
Yat shreya: syan nischitam bruhi tanme
             sishyasteham sadi mam tvam prapannam" (2.7)

Meaning: With my nature overpowered by weak commiseration, with my mind confused about duty, I supplicate You.Say decidedly what is good for me.I am Your disciple. I have taken refuge in You. Please instruct me.
Karpanya dosha is rendered here as 'weak commiseration'.

Later Arjuna also mentions his intense agony:"ucchoshanam indriyanam shokham"= intense sorrow blasting my senses.

I recall the words of Master Shakespeare:

'Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased,
Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow,
Raze out the written troubles of the brain,
And with some sweet oblivious antidote
Cleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff
Which weighs upon the heart?                              (Macbeth)

Kripana is the word we take up here. It is rendered as "mindless commiseration" 
This word is also used in one other place in the Gita:2.49. Here, Krishna tells Arjuna: "kripana: phalahetava:". This is rendered as 'wretched or pitiable are those who work  ( exclusively) desiring fruits'.At one level, this is apt: commiseration is the feeling of sympathy for someone when something unpleasant happens to them. But this does not exhaust all possibilities. Like in the case of Shreyas, we have to appeal to a higher authority- the Upanishad.

 In the Brihadaranyaka Upanishad occurs a passage, where Yajnavalkya, the doyen of Teachers, instructs Gargi:

" Yo va etad aksharam gargi aviditvasmallokat priiti sa krupana:
meaning : O Gargi, he who departs from this world without knowing  ( ie realising) this Immutable, he is kripana.
Krupana is rendered here as miserable.
This too is apt; but if we reflect, we may find it inadequate to describe all that is meant.

The highest one may achieve in life is to know God, the Immutable. If after taking this human birth, one does not achieve this- he is not just miserable, but misses the whole purpose of life. It is a fall.

Arjuna has this kind of inner feeling or fear. He knows he is facing something momentous, extraordinary. Almost all the kings of India are ranged in battle array- on either side. Even the Tamil kings were there. It had not happened before. Arjuna is the hope of the Pandavas. He has to deliver. At such a time, he is overcome by some weakness. He is not new to war or violence- he is a Kshatriya by birth, temperament and training. So, he is expressing the inner apprehension that he is facing an event of mighty import, for whch all his life has been but a preparation, but he is about to miss that . In short, all that he stood and lived for is turning futile. His life is rendered meaningless. He has lived in vain.
All his conventional learning and training are of no avail. He wants fresh light and insight. So he  turns to Krishna.
But this is extraordinary: Krishna has so far been a sakha- dear friend, comrade, a close relative. What makes him look up to him as his Teacher? What prompts him to seek refuge with Him? 
 It is both Arjuna's ripeness and Krishna's proximity- both together! It is this which makes him feel a kripana-someone about to miss a mighty fortune!
Such is the significance I read in the word Kripana- not just commiseration, wretchedness or pity.

We now come to the other word: Smriti. It occurs in verse 18.73, at the end. (It occurs in two more places: 10.34, and 15.15, but there the context is plain, as also the meaning). Here, after listening to all that Krishna said, Arjuna exclaims:
" nashto moha: smritir labda tvat prasadat" meaning: By Your Grace, my delusion is destroyed, I have regained my memory. 
Memory of what?

Krishna began his instruction by reminding Arjuna of the immortal nature of the Atman- how it is not destroyed when the body is. The body has to go through its motions, but the Enlightened is not to confuse his Self with the body or the ego.. This kind of knowledge alone will provide a sure foundation for correct action in the world.The body takes many births; the Atman is never born,never dies. These are the first direct instructions of Krishna-from 2.11 to 2.25. There is a change of track from 2.26. Krishna leaves the lofty heights and comes down to Arjuna's level, probably prompted by some facial expression of Arjuna which indicates his inability to comprehend these highest thoughts, expounding the unmanifested, unthinkable, and unchangeable. (avyaktam, achintyam, avikaryam, 2.25)  Krishna tells Arjuna at 4.5: 'Many are the births that you and I have passed through. I know them all; you do not'.
So at the end, when Arjuna exclaims, " I have regained my memory", it can only mean the memory of his own immortal nature, about which Krishna spoke first at the beginning. True spirituality is based on the immortality of the soul. Everything  else is  dogma and theology. It is also to be noted that in the Gita, the very first word used by Arjuna to address Krishna is "Achyuta"- one who does not change or resile from his real nature! (1.21)

It is indeed the function of any great teacher: he reminds us of our own innate greatness. Spiritual Realisation is not the attainment of anything new- it is recollection of the awareness of our eternal nature! This is the memory that Arjuna has regained!

We thus see how careful we have to be in dealing with the words in the scriptures. They have deep meaning and cannot be caught in a hurry. I suppose this applies to all scriptures. 

All this seems to be religious stuff. Where does poetry come in?
Take this memory. If you observe an infant in the cradle, you will find  frequent changes in  its facial expressions , and it laughs on its own. Or suddenly cries aloud. What causes these? And why do children invariably cry at birth- a  cry which for once makes every one else happy? The popular belief among Hindus is that the child remembers its past and sees sights too, which make it laugh or cry. And the crying at birth is due to its unwillingness to be pushed into this world-once again! But as it grows, the world catches up with it and the child forgets the past.
 Memory and forgetting!
Let Wordsworth tell us about it.

William Wordsworth
From: Intimations of Immortality.

The earth, and every common sight, 
To me did seem
Apparelled in celestial light,.......
But yet I know, where'er I go,
That there hast past away a glory from the earth.
.......
Whither is  fled the visionary gleam?
Where is it now, the glory and the dream?

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:
The soul that rises with us, our life's Star,
Hath had elsewhere its setting,
And cometh from afar:
Not in entire forgetfulness
And not in utter nakedness
But trailing clouds of glory do we come,
From God, who is our home:
Heaven lies about us in our infancy!

Shades of the prison house begin to close
Upon the growing boy.
But He
Beholds the light, and whence it flows,
He sees it in his joy......
At length the Man perceives it die away,
And fade into the light of the common day.

Thou little Child, yet glorious in the might
Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height,
Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke
The years to bring the inevitable yoke
Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife?
.......
Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea
Which brought us hither,
Can in a moment travel thither..

Wordsworth has seen something, known something. But is it everything?
Child's happy state of innocence- is it a state of Knowledge or mere memory? Immortality embraces life in the whole of universe; our earthly existence is just one part of it. Once here,  nature fills us with her pleasures and we forget our origin. We don many roles and our life becomes a vocation of endless imitation. 

 Mankind as a whole has forgotten its origins. Man has forgotten his  true identity. Our souls have come from God, our home. That we have to find our way there, is our work here. That we can- is our hope. Does it happen only at death?
No. Life after death is not going to be different from life before it- in the level of enlightenment. Our leaving the body does not make us more enlightened, if we are not enlightened already> One has to strive for it, consciously. The effort has to be made now, here while we are alive: ihaiva.

 Utthishtatha: Jagrata; prapyavaran nibodhata; calls the  Upanishad.   Get up,Wake up,  approach the teacher who Knows and get enlightened. Death is not the end of existence, but it  is also not the automatic entrance to the state of Knowing. 

Psychologists like Jung have written that humanity as a whole has collective memories, submerged deep in their psyche. But modern man has forgotten his soul and is in search of it.Writes Jung:
"Among all my patients in the second half of life-that is say over 35 years-there has not been one whose problem in the last resort was not that of finding a religious outlook on life. It is safe to say that every one  of them fell ill because he had lost that which the living religions of every age had given to their followers, and none of them had been really healed who did not regain his religious outlook."

( Quoted in : "Repacking Your Bags, p.128 )

Religious outlook does not of course mean joining a formal religion.

Poetry can lead us there no less than philosophy or theology!
 In Hindu religious teaching, the highest level of teacher is one who can teach without words! We have conception of such a form of God in Dakshinamurti - usually rendered as the South-facing One.
  (It has deeper connotations) He sits under the banyan tree. He is a youth, but the disciples are old! His explanation is by Silence and the disciples have all their doubts dispelled! Acharya Sankara sings :

Oh, what a strange sight, yonder under that banyan!
The disciples are old, the guru is youthful;
The language of the guru's explanation is silence!
And the disciples have  no doubt at all!

 The great Tamil mystic teachers  like Tayumanavar. Arunagirinatha, etc also longed for, attained and praised such a state, recorded in immortal poetry.

Just as the best teacher communicates in silence, the best student is supposed to catch the hint from the teachers eye! This is celebrated in a brilliant song by Saint Tyagaraja, the poet-composer, illustrating an incident from the life of Rama. Rama the prince is led by his teacher Vishvamitra to the assembly of King Janaka. Janaka had announced that he would offer his daughter Sita in marriage to the prince who would lift the mighty bow of Shiva he had. Many had tried, and failed. Vishvamitra asks Rama to 'have a look' at the bow. Rama approaches it and looks at it. What next? He looks at his Guru and knows what he has to do! He just lifts it, and in the attempt to tie the string, the mighty bow is broken! He got his orders from the Guru's very look!

Another celebrated situation where words are unnecessary for communication is when old lovers meet! The mighty Tamil poet Kamban sings of this , again from the life of Rama! Rama and Sita are old lovers- the universal parents, who lived on the milky ocean. They came to the world and got separated. But when they looked at each other now, it was love at first sight! So Kamban exclaims: When old lovers reunite, do they need speech? Our modern celluloid poets are more down to earth. "Let us just keep looking at each other; make no sound", sings Rajinder Krishan. "Dekh hamen aawaz na dena". Who can say how right the poet is, unless one experiences it? 

Another situation of wordless instruction was once recounted by a brilliant Hindustani classical musician. She was recalling her days with her Guru in his establishment, along with other students. It was monsoon time, moon-lit night. The teacher was expounding a Raga, our musical scale. Suddenly he said " let us go to the terrace" and thither they repaired. There they saw the moon; there were clouds about, moving over the moon. He pointed to it and said "Look". They had to understand! The clouds were moving- not stationery! So the note they were being taught should not be 'caught and held' but just 'touched  and allowed to float or roll away'! Can words explain this beauty? Only those who have actually  observed moon on  such a night can really understand this!

A classic illustration comes from our Upanishads. There the gods, demons and men - all children of one God- approach their father and seek instruction. He points to the thundering cloud and says "Listen". "DA, DA, DA" sound the rolling  clouds. The father says that is the instruction! The Devas (gods) who are always given to enjoyment, interpret DA as meaning "damyata"- moderation ; the demons who are by nature prone to cruelty , take it to mean "daya" or compassion; men, who are ever tight-fisted, think it means "dana"- charity! So be it , says the father-teacher!
Where exactly do we moderns figure in this?

Who can assert that words are indispensable for communication?
Mountains speak-we do not understand: did not someone say that?
There is another story of one who had 24 teachers- not one of them human! May be, another time!
















Sunday, 27 July 2014

Business of Life

Poems and Poets

12. Business of Life


What is life and how do we go about it?

Well sir, this is what philosophers have  been breaking their heads on all these centuries and I raise this as if I have found an answer! This is the question all religions are trying to address, and so far have only succeeded in quarrelling among themselves . And philosophy and theology together have ensured that no one will be certain of any thing any more! To which outcome, our great scientists have added their might.

Most of us ordinary people want to be correct both in the eyes of God and the ways of the world. Only, we do not know how to go about it. The world is such a curious place, often what 'good' we try to do produces an unintended effect, as when a 'poor' man we help goes out to pick some body's pocket with renewed energy, or gets another dose of his drink or drug.

There is a curios story about this. Vivekananda's father was a prosperous lawyer and was given to helping people generously. Observers told him that the beneficiaries often used the money to buy their pegs. But the lawyer replied that after all the world was such a miserable place, and how could we fault them if the poor fellows went out to have a drink to drown their sorrows! No wonder, a Vivekananda was born his son!

This is such an ideal situation for a song in our Hindi movies! So we have one. A drunkard sings:

Lyrics by Shailendra,1957

Zindagi kwab hai,
kwab mein jhoot kya,
aur bhala sach hai kya?
          Sab sach hai!

Dilne hamse  jo kaha,
hamne vaisa hi kiya;
phir kabhie pursat mein sochenge
bura tha ya bhala.

Ek pyali bhar ke main ne 
gham ke maare dil ko di;
zahar ne maara zahar ko
murde mein phir jaan aagayi.

Ek katra mai ka jab
patthar ke hoton par pada;
uske sene me bhi dil dhadka
ye usne bhi kaha-
           sab jhoot hai!

    zindagi kwab hai.

Free rendering of meaning:

Life is a dream. What is false or true in a dream? Everything is true!

I acted as my heart dictated. Later on , when we get time, let us think about whether it was bad or good.

I took a cup, and countered with it  the sorrow of my heart. One poison has removed the other. The man got back his life.

If a drop of the drink falls on lips of stone, even that stony heart will throb! And it will say-
everything is false!

Well now, don't ask me how a drunkard can utter such philosophy! This is where we need "willing suspension of disbelief" so necessary to appreciate poetry, as Keats laid  down. Or maybe the old adage is true: When the ale is in, the wit is out! 

Of course, most of us  must have heard about Master Zhuangzi and his dream of the butterfly: whether it was Zhuangzi dreaming that he was a butterfly, or the butterfly dreaming that it was Zhuangzi? What is Reality?


The question of life is of course serious business. That is why we are all here in this world- to solve the puzzle practically. In the Mahabharata, we have some nice situations. At the beginning of the war, Arjuna arrives at the battlefield ready to fight, but the moment he realises that those ranged against him are all his kinsmen and friends, he develops distaste for the war and doubts his own understanding of right conduct. He turns to his friend and charioteer Krishna for an answer. The Gita is the result. Krishna teaches him that one is the eternal spirit and not  the body, one has to do one's duty, without identifying oneself with the body or ego,  surrendering to God completely and leaving the results to  Him. Arjuna carries out his duty. Years later, he forgets the lessons and asks Krishna again; Krishna chides him for being such a poor student that he forgot an important lesson and does not repeat it!

Yudhisthira, his elder brother and the King, is considered an embodiment of Dharma- he is the son of the god of Dharma. He never has a doubt about dharma- it is in fact in pursuance of his conception of kingly dharma that he even plays the game of dice and loses the kingdom! Any way, they win the war and he is crowned king. His doubts start then! He is troubled that the war was fought on his account, and so many lives were lost; was it after all righteous? Was it not mere selfishness? He loses sleep.

Krishna who knew his psychology directs him to Bhishma , lying injured awaiting an auspicious time to give up the body, to  seek clarification on dharma as Bhishma was considered an authority. Bhishma launches on a long discourse on all types of dharmas imaginable. Now, after listening, Yudhisthira gets confused and tells Bhishma:

"Enough of this. Tell me decidedly that one dharma which will save me." Bhishma then advises him to surrender to God and take refuge in Him as the supreme dharma.

Thus, for the believers, there is no doubt. Fear of the Lord is the beginning, and end, of all wisdom.

But even such people, what should they do in practice?

There are only two aspects of the problem: how to relate to oneself, and how to relate to others. The second question is important for, humans have to live in society; the 'others' will include the whole of nature, for we are not alone here on earth. But this cannot be solved unless the first question is solved: what are we? Socrates prescribed: Know Thyself!

A whole forest of ethical and moral principles have been raised, but if we can have our way through all this, there are just two simple steps:

1. Do unto others as you would like them to do unto you. Walk in their moccasins to know how they feel, as the Native Americans say.

2. What goes round, comes round. What you do to others comes back to you. So any good or bad you do, you are ultimately doing to yourself!

Remember, every action elicits an apposite reaction. This is broadly called Karma. Edgar Cayce, the 20th century American Seer identified it as the basic law of human conduct.

One can follow any philosophy or theology. One can believe in any God or any number of gods and goddesses. One can chant or sing anything. One can dress any which way one likes. When it comes to behaviour these are the only two laws of the universe. 

The world is a mixture of good and evil, pleasure and pain. The God who created the lamb also created the tiger, as Blake remarked. Those who believe in a merciful God or benevolent Nature are free to do so. Only, they should not tell " in mournful numbers, that life is but an empty dream". Or say " life is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing".

The human brain cannot solve the mystery of Creation. Better to accept our limitation and begin from there.

Philosophy has not answered any questions yet. It has not solved any problems. Theology has not solved the mystery of the world or clarified its contradictions. But it has given us practical codes of conduct, which are, on the whole beneficial. If man failed to keep the law, law is not at fault. "Those who take the sword shall perish by the sword"- this is a basic Biblical lesson. But if those people who are avowedly followers of the Book disregarded it and engaged in two World wars, or even now indulge in selling arms to other countries, are they fulfilling the two basic laws of life?

What is the world? What is life? Let us see how some poets look at it. We begin with the Bard.

Shakespeare

"I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano,
          A stage where every man must play a part "
                                (The Merchant of Venice)

All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players.
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Then the whining schoolboy with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide,
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again towards childish treble, pipes
And whistles in the sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

                     (As You Like It, II.7)

The world is a stage, we are to play our parts. But here, Shakespeare does not tell us about the nature of the world, but only the 7 ways a person adapts or reacts to it. Of course some parts are more pleasant or agreeable than the others. Each actor has to prepare for his role to play it well.

We Hindus had our idea of the 4 aims, 4 Varnas (occupations), and 4 Ashramas ( stations)  of life. This is not the place to go into details.

Here is a poem, author unknown, which describes life as a game.

Life's A Game

This life is but a game of cards,
Which everyone must learn;
Each shuffles, cuts, and deals the deck,
And then a trump does turn;
Some show up a high card,
While others make it low,
And many turn no cards at all-
In fact they cannot show.

When hearts are up, we play for love,
And pleasure rules the hour;
Each day goes pleasantly along,
In sunshine's rosy bower.
When diamonds chance to crown the pack,
That's when men stake their gold,
And thousands then are lost and won,
By gamblers young and old.

When clubs are trump look out for war,
On ocean and on land,
For bloody deeds are often done
When clubs are held in hand.
At last turns up the darkened spade,
Held by the toiling slave,
And a spade will turn up trump at last
And dig each player's grave.

Describing life as a game of cards points to a great mystery:

How do  we explain how a player gets what he happens to get? Is it Chance? Is it the work of God? This question cannot be answered at all. That each one begins with a different set of cards ab initio is the given. We have to live with it.

Asia (Hindus, Buddhists and Jains) believes in karma and rebirth, which seek to address this problem. Those who believe in only a single lifetime find it difficult  to answer, and reconcile the inequities  of life with a just and benevolent God. Edgar Cayce, a pious Christian, believed in karma and rebirth. ( I am not arguing, one way or the other; I am merely pointing out the different belief systems).

Hindus too use the word Leela - game- to describe the world; but that is not from our point of view. We say the world is God's leela, His game. We do not understand it fully.

Whatever may the objective factors, not two people experience life in the same manner. Objective  nature may be the same, but each one's internal nature makes him / her react to it in different ways. Hindu systems of psychology, which are very refined, address this problem. Jungian psychology, and later humanistic and interpersonal psychology also consider this. This is an important aspect  of addressing one fundamental question: what does a person do with him/her self?

When it comes to experiencing the world, or life, we experience it mainly as pleasure or pain, joy or sorrow.


P.L.Dunbar: LIFE

A crust of bread and a corner to sleep in,
A minute to smile and an hour to weep in,
A pint of joy to a peck of trouble,
And  never a laugh but the moans come double;
                            And that is life!

A crust and corner that love makes precious,
With a smile to warm and the tears to refresh us;
And joy seems sweeter when cares come after,
And a moan is the finest of foils for laughter;
                            And that is life!

Should life be one long cry of pain? Why do poets express such pain? Is it that they can only give what they have earned or learned?

I will now give two instances when our Hindi poets have sung of these ideas.

Rajinder Krishan, 1951
O beta ji

O betaji, O babuji
Kismat ki hawa kabhie garam kabhi naram
Kabhie naram-garam!

Duniya ka iss chidiya ghar mein
    tarah tarah ka jalwa
Mile kisi ko sookhi roti,
    kisi ko purie halwa
O betaji
Kichdi ka mazaa kabhie naram, kabhie garam

Dard diya to thoda thoda
    Kushie bhi thodi thodi
Wah re Malik,
Dukh aur sukh ki
    khoob banayi jodi
O betaji,
Jeevan ka nasha kabhie naram,
     kabhie garam

Free rendering of meaning:

O son, O sir,
Destiny blows sometimes  hot, sometimes cold
O destiny blows hot and cold!

This world, that is like the cage of birds,
  holds people  with different faces!
Somebody gets just dry bread
  and somebody all sweet delicacies!

O the food is sometimes hot, sometimes cold!
  that is how you enjoy it!
O son, O sir,!


When you give pain, you give it some
  and  you measure out  also the pleasure, 

O God, Master, what to say!

You have made such exquisite pair
       of pain and pleasure!
O son!
The intoxication of life-
  sometimes it is hot, sometimes, cold!

Majrooh Sultanpuri, 1955
This is advice given by the girl to her beloved.

Buraa duniya jo hai kehta 
Aisa bholaa tu na ban,
Jo hai karta wo hai bharta
Ye yahan ka hai chalan,
Tadbeer nahi milne ki yahan

Free rendering of meaning:

Don't you become such a bum
That you blame the world,
   saying it is bad!
Whatever you do here- 
       that is what comes back to you!
Your prudence and forethought
                  will not work here!

The sum of all this is that we do not understand life fully. We have to so conduct ourselves that we evolve personally, and also help the world around us. How will one live such a life?  Let me show what a Hindi poet Shailendra says about it.

Shailendra: 1959

Kisi ki muskurahaton pe ho nissaar,
Kisi ka dard mil sakhe to le udhaar,
Kiai ke vaaste tere dil mein pyaar-
Jeena isi ka naam hai!

Maana apni jeb se fakir hai,
Phir bhi yaron  dil ke hum amir hai;
Mite jo pyar ke liye o zindagi,
Chale bahar ke liye o zindagi,
Kisi ko ho na ho hamen to aitbaar-
Jeena isi ka naam hai!

Rishte dil se dil ke aitbaar ka,
Zinda hai hami se naam pyar ka
Ki marke bhi kisi ko yaad aayenge,
Kisi ke aasnsuvon me muskuraayenge,
Kahega phool har kali se baar baar-
Jeena isi ka naam hai!

Free rendering of meaning:

To offer yourself to someone for smiles,
( feel their happiness as yours)
To share someone's grief,
To have love in your heart for others-
This is the meaning of life.

Admitted, we are poor, measured by our pockets,
Even so are we rich at heart!
Life is love- we are prepared to perish for it!
Life is Spring- we crave to bring it!
This I believe, though others may not ,
That this is the meaning of life!

Relationship we establish heart to heart-
     that is founded on heart's trust,
The name of love lives because of us ( this)
So that even when we die-
        someone may remember us!
So that somebody will care to smile
       even amid his tears.
So a flower will tell the bud- on and on-
That this is the meaning of life!

( The bud will have to blossom into a flower- this is how it can become a perfect flower)

(These poems are real gems. Recited in the original Hindi and Urdu, they have a stunning lyrical quality. These particular pieces are clothed in melodious tunes and can be listened on YouTube.)

A man of love feels a kinship with all the world, which is God's handiwork. Who better to express it than St. Francis?

St.Francis of Assisi (13th Century)

Lord, make me an instrument of Thy peace;
Where there is hatred, let me sow love;
Where there is injury, pardon;
Where there is doubt, faith;
Where there is despair, hope;
Where there is darkness, light;
Where there is sadness, joy.

O Divine Master!
Grant that I may not so much seek
  to be consoled as to console;
To be understood, as to understand;
To be loved as to love;
For it is in giving that we receive,
It is in pardoning that we are pardoned,
And it is in dying to self that we are born to eternal life.

Let Shakespeare say it once again:

There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio
     Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
    
                                           (Hamlet 1.5)