Fatima Tayeh translates my tanka

 FRESH CATCH

The sea smells

from far off leaps to the sky

I drive through

the maze of returning folks

with fresh catch on their head

صيد طازج

نسائم البحر

من بعيد تشق عباب السماء

أقود سيارتي 

خلال الناس العائدين

بصيد طازج فوق رؤوسهم

●Haiku by Ram krishna singh

●translated by Fatemah Tayeh

  ترجمة :فاطمة طايع

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LOVE

 

In the forest of your hair

My fingers searches

The little pearl of blood

That stirs the hidden water

And contain my restlessness

في غابة شعرك

أصابعي تبحث

عن اللؤلؤة الحمراء الصغيرة

التي تهيج الماء المخبوء

وتحتوي ضجري

●Ram.Krishna.Singh

●Translated by Fatima Tayeh

 

https://www.facebook.com/groups/1015321835558603/permalink/1038980689859384/ 

 

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Thanks Joseph for taking note of the poem and translating it on UNILETRAS.

 

LOVE (Spanish version by Joseph Berolo)

 

En el bosque de tu pelo

mis dedos buscan

la pequeña perla de sangre

que bate las ocultas aguas

y contiene mi inquietud.

 

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Roses await

sun and wind to clear

the baleful fog:

I fear she'll say no

to my love again

تنتظر الأزهار

من الشمس والرياح

أن تقشع الضباب الباهت

أخشى أن

ترفض حبي لها مجددا

●Gogyohka by

Ram Krishna Singh

●translated by

Fatema Tayeh

 

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PERFUME

I can't know her

from the body, skin or curve:

the perfume cheats

like the sacred hymns chanted

in hope, and there's no answer

--R K Singh

عطر

أنا لا أميزها

من جسدها أو جلدها أو حتى تجاعيدها

وحده عطرها يفشي سرها

كترانيم مقدسة رتلت على أمل

وليس هناك جواب

●Written by R.k.Singh

●Translated into Arabic by Fatema Tayeh

 

 

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'Gospel' published in Oddball Magazine

 

Poem by R. K. Singh

By Oddball Magazine|November 18th, 2020|Art, Authors and Artists, Poetry|0 Comments

Ecological Abstract Art on Covid 19 Theme” © Amefralb Ecoheal

 

Gospel

Don’t question the lips
that wilt the tongue
licking wetness in the mouth

the mystery of delight
prophesy of the birth
by salty swallowing

make new parables
with face mask surviving
one more gospel

 

Ram Krishna Singh has been wiriting poetry,including haiku and tanka, for over four decades. Until 2015, he was Professor of English at IIT-ISM in Dhanbad. He has published 46 books, including the poetry collections God Too Awaits Light (2017), Growing Within/Desăvârşire lăuntrică (English/Romanian, 2017), There’s No Paradise and Other Selected Poems Tanka & Haiku (2019), and Tainted With Prayers/Contaminado con oraciones (English/Spanish, 2019).

Amefralb Ecoheal is an ecological artist living in South Boston “Before Covid time, I had been selected to exhibit my work at the Public Library Branch of South Boston for years, inside the ‘Artist of the Month’ Window. The theme of Covid 19 has intrigued my canvas with ideas, reflections and abstracting configurations.”

 

https://oddballmagazine.com/poem-by-r-k-singh/ 

 

 

 

 

VOICES OF HOPE

 COVID-19

 RAM KRISHNA SINGH. INDIA 

Traducción libre de Joseph Berolo 

Punitive

corona virus--

 lépreuse 

some say it's invasion 

the barbarian without

 quarantined

I clear my throat 

behind the face mask

 breathe in unknown viruses

 suffer new repressions 

now lockdown

 cut off life:

 castration 

Hugo said monasticism

 resisting death

 La tercera fase de la pandemia ya comenzó con el cierre total en la India. El primer ministro lo llama toque de queda público.Todos pasamos días ansiosamente. Mialergia bronquial.tos y secreción nasal / nariz tapada.me asusta. Sigotomando los medicamentos recetados por el médico hace años juntocon algunos remedios caseros. Lapermanencia forzada en casa debería protegernos a todos. Mantenemosnuestros dedos cruzados. COVID-19

 The third phase of the pandemic has already started with total shut down in India. The  Prime Minister calls it Public Curfew. We are all anxiously passing days. Mybronchial allergy. cough and runny/stuffed nose at night. frightens me. I keep taking the medicines doctor prescribed years ago alongwith some home remedies. The forced stay at home should protect us all. We keep our fingers crossed.

 

Corona virus.

 Punitivo.

 leproso

 algunos dicenes

es una invasión.

 Cuarentena 

limpieza del pecho 

tapabocas 

respirando virosis desconocidos 

sufriendo nuevas represiones

 encierro castración. 

monasticismo

 resistiendo la muerte

 

VOCES DE ESPERANZA  ANTOLOGIA, ed: Joseph Berolo. Primera Edición. Published by Naciones Unidas de las Letras, Colombia, November 2020 pp. 66-67

 

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My tanshi poems published in SETU magazine, October 2020

 

SHORT POEMS: R.K.Singh

 

UNTITLED - I

 

1

The mask of man they paint

with so many fingers as brushes

man’s only colour now

 

2

 

They take away the day’s flower

husk I retain for tomorrow

nobody knows what the robbers may look for

 

3

 

Unable to rise beyond themselves

they worry about their colleagues’ peace

and die of selfless jealousy

 

4

 

Apple, snake and three-fifth of me

in bed manipulates man

inside selfish rubbles

 

5

 

The painted paper-god and Christ on the cross

stand on the dawn-coloured wall of my bedroom

watch sex, prayers and restlessness each night

 

6

 

The colour of night is the same everywhere

what if my identity is not known

let’s fuck the moment and forget the place

 

7

 

If passion breeds beads of sweat

in winter night the plateau is reached

too much love can run one out

 

8

 

Crushed heads of serpents coil along the road

green glitter of stream strikes my vision

I walk and fear the growing ripples in urinal

 

9

 

It needs less than a drop to procreate

but months and years of readiness to enjoy

sex sustains both life and art

 

10

 

Once your body was the sitar waiting for my touch

the sweet fragrance of your hair still lingers

but the cigarette that was mine is now ash

 

11

 

Locked in the giant Chandragupta

I fly over snow stacked stones

and defy clouds in unseen sun

 

 

12

 

Civilization hasn’t spared the caves

man suffers in the hands of parasites

here too who work often go without food

 

 

 

13

 

The smile you weave splits the sun

I lose my direction in clouds darkening

the white of the lake moon kissed

 

 

 

UNTITLED - II

 

 

1

 

Here she goes in the long light

and swiftly a shadow moves with her

 

2

 

What if my nights are poisoned by evil spirits

they can’t corrupt my bare truth in one life

 

3

 

The fire broke out to retaliate

they fight with lightning

 

4

 

Where will I reach running with gluey feet on gashed earth

a relentless sun licks leftover of a dying day

 

5

 

Not to kiss my feet they rush

waves vie with waves to reach the shore

 

 

 

 

6

 

The dance of rain is good for a short

but the fall of sky is too much

 

7

 

Keep my cracked tongue tightly closed

lest the diseased mind is known

 

 

--R.K. SINGH

 

 

 

 

Bio note:

 

 Ram Krishna Singh, an  Indian English poet, has been writing  for about four decades. Professionally,  till December 31, 2015,  Professor of English  at IIT-ISM in Dhanbad, he has published more than 160 research articles, 175 book reviews and 46 books, including Sense and Silence: Collected Poems (2010), New and Selected Poems Tanka and Haiku (2012),  You Can’t Scent Me and Other Selected Poems (2016), God Too Awaits Light (2017), Growing Within/Desăvârşire lăuntrică  (English/Romanian, 2017),  There's No Paradise and Other Selected Poems Tanka & Haiku (2019), and Tainted With Prayers/Contaminado con oraciones (English/Spanish, 2019).   His haiku and tanka have been  internationally read and appreciated. web: https://profrksingh.wordpress.com   ; email: profrksingh@gmail.com 

 

 https://www.setumag.com/2020/10/short-poems-ram-krishna-singh.html