Contradictions

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Is death so sad and birth so joyous;
does birth give mirth, and death just pain?
yet,
in birth and death, contrasts I see,
for one does cry, others do smile.

One’s misery is another’s mirth;
victory for one is defeat for another.
The born does cry; his dad does smile;
her mom does cry while the dead does smile.

In a naming ceremony,
a man first cried, and then he smiled;
a message one received,
which made her smile,
yet soon she cried.

A reality
in such contradictions
is
one comes alone; s/he suffers alone;
s/he cries alone, and s/he goes alone.

ප්‍රිති විරෝධතා

විපත දුකක් ලු,
උපත සැපක් ලු.
එකෙක් හඬයි,
කොක් හඬළයි.

එකෙක්ගෙ දුක
අනෙකගෙ සැප
එකෙකුට ජය
අනෙකට  ……?

උපන් එකා අඬයි
උගේ පියා …..?
මවක් වැරෙන් අඬත්
මැරුණු එකී ….?

නම් දුන් මගුලේ
අති පණ්ඩිතයෙක්
මඳ හස නන්වා
ඉකි බිඳ ඇඬුවා.

අසා විපත මයිලනුවන්
මහ හයියෙන් කොක් හඬ දී
තත්පරයක් ගිය සැනෙකින්
ඒ උන්දැම විලාප දෙයි.

අරුම – පුදුම, සංසාරේ
මට දැනෙනා ඇත්ත තමයි
අයෙක් මෙහෙට තනියම එයි,
තනියම මර ළතෝනි දෙයි,
මොහොතක් මෙහි රැඟුම් රඟා,
තනියම හැර යන්නට යයි.

නි.රණවීර (A translation to “Contradictions” in Love, Lust & Dust (2019).

Copyright © August 3, 2018, Newton Ranaweera
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Where have they all gone?

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Rising darkness
heightens my loneliness,
and this rosy dusk and dilemma:
where to go, to which place,
is there a single plate of rice,
at least, a cup of tea
and a single bed,
waiting to be shared with me,
intensify my misery.

Calves that playfully
hopped around;
bulls that raised the dust,
butted their heads against
and chased the intruders;
and the shepherd boys
who guarded them…
where have they gone
against the rising darkness?

Bird youths that sang
to amuse their lovers
and bird damsels that danced
tossing their heads
and balancing their legs
rhythmically
to the tune of violins…
where have they gone
against the rising darkness?

Tired Sun
who peeped through
foliage and branches,
and with a tender smile
stroked my head
and
my heart…
where has he gone,
all gone
against the rising darkness,

leaving me here alone
on a rock-bench beneath this tree?

Copyright © August 10, 2018, Newton Ranaweera
Image source: Pixabay