Maharashtra’s legend Annabhau Sathe and his literature have always been recommendable. One of the top Dalit activists from the state after iconic figure Dr Babasaheb Ambedkar and Jyotiba Phule.
As well as, Sathe was one of the founding members of “Lal Bawta Kalapathak”. Tukaram Bhaurao Sathe (was his real full name) wrote almost 35 novels in Marathi, 14 short stories, and many to count his real meanings of life stated poems achieved many Maharashtra’s poem loving hearts.
Annabhau Sathe on Cast & Untouchability
A young brain had quickly understood the Untouchable Matang caste in the state and brought literacy love in Dalit Literature(buy his famous work in Marathi is available on Amazon here). His songs and poetry lightened up the poor Dalit Community and taught lessons to the oppressive gang and their community.
A Quote by Annabhau Sathe
Caste is something that exists in reality. Poverty is artificial, and it can be destroyed but destroying caste is everyone's work.
Annabhau Sathe
Dalit Shahirs of Maharashtra
Dalit shahirs of Maharashtra: Annabhau Sathe's powerful song, one of his favorite poems “माझी मैना गावावर राहिली !” (“My mynah bird stayed in the village!”)
Poem
“माझी मैना गावावर राहिली !”(“My mynah bird left in the village!”)
माझी मैना गावावर राहिली | माझ्या जिवाची होतिया काहिली || ओतीव बांधा | रंग गव्हाला | कोर चंद्राची | उदात्त गुणांची | मोठ्या मनाची | सीता ती माझी रामाची | हसून बोलायची | मंद चालायची | सुगंध केतकी | सतेज कांती | घडीव पुतली सोन्याची | नव्या नवतीची | काडी दवन्याची |रेखीव भुवया | कमान जणू इन्द्रधनुची | हिरकणी हिरयाची काठी आंधल्याची | तशी ती माझी गरीबाची| मैना रत्नाची खाण | माझा जिव की प्राण |[…]
He thus expressed the reality of the rich and well-educated city, Mumbai. It was the same treatment he used to get in his village. Besides, this poem ends, leaving a spark in his life for forming a United Maharashtra (a mission of anti-oppression in Maharashtra). Therefore, he successfully carried out.
Uddhav Thackeray, Chief Minister of Maharashtra, said,
A memorial of Marathi poet and writer Annabhau Sathe will soon be built-in Mumbai.
Mr ShamsurRahman, who was irregularly graduated in literature, a poetic soul who did wonder in his era. His poetic ink wrote many soul-touching songs. The great Rahman was a Bangladeshi prolific writer and a journalist. Once upon a time, he had not given exams for his three years degree program (Literature).
He was an avid reader and a poet. Mr Rahman wrote his first poem at the age when he was eighteen. His life had a memorable U turned that transformed his life and made him more professional when he had read Golpo Guccho(available on Amazon) by Rabindranath Tagore (The book is a collection of 95 Short Stories which are most popular.).
Urdu critic, Shamsur had completed successfully his gradation in English literature from the University of Dhaka. Despite being a lover of his native language, he wrote poetry in English. He wrote many influential articles and considered one of the key figures in Bengali literature.
He was the one who took the literature of his country to a different level of geographically. Most of the articles were based on secularism, his finest labour of writing earned many awards and recognitions ( Bangla academy in 1969, Ekunshey Pavdak in 1977, Swadhinata Award in 1991, and many others…) Sometimes his poem takes us into sweet childhood memories, or sometimes it gives better understandings of life. His poem Asad’s shirt is one of those which brings back our childhood reminders.
Poem: "Asad's Shirt" by Shamsur Rahman
Like bunches of blood-red Oleander, like flaming clouds at sunset, Asad’s shirt flutters In the gusty wind, in the limitless blue. To the brother’s spotless shirt, His sister had sown With the fine gold thread Of her heart’s desire Buttons which shone like stars; How often had his ageing mother, With such tender care, Hung that shirt out to dry In her sunny courtyard. Now that self-same shirt Has deserted the mother’s courtyard, Adorned by bright sunlight And the soft shadow’[…] The Devotee, The Combatant: Selected.
Poems of Shamsur Rahman (Bengali Literature in English) is available on Amazon. He is the author of more than 80 volumes of poetry.
Miss Gertrude Himmelfarb called The Great Historian of the Victorian Era. She crossed the country and explored England’s streets and found the “Idea of Poverty”.
Gertrude Himmelfarb (b. 8 Aug 1922–30 Dec 2019) was a great conservative historian, studied deep on intellectual history, and a Ph.D. (history) holder from the University of Chicago in 1950. Miss Himmelfarb allowed herself to dive focusing Britain and Victorian Era, The Queen Victoria’s reign, culture and society. The one who brought the real history and culture of Britain in front of the 20th century. Gertrude often called a great historian of the period, was born in New York City but her thoughts made her travel to miles away finding hidden cultures and history of England, drag herself into the Victorian Era.
Himmelfarb had married to great Irving Kristol (b. 22 Jan 1920–18 Sep 2019), one of the popular journalists, editors, and a godfather to the greatest political movement, Neoconservatism. He was also the founder of Many magazines. The most discussed figure on cultural politics often in the middle of the 20th century. Upon marrying a successful man, she did not change her last name (Himmelfarb).
A famous sociologist, editor and writer who was a professor at Harvard University, Daniel Bell wrote “Best marriage of our generation”
Leading life of Gertrude Himmelfarb
The woman with well-settled life crossed the country and made her fine jump picking up her spading fork to evolve day by day and brought the history of Britain on the book “Idea of Poverty” It captured the discussions of the great people’s thinking, 17th to 18th and later middle of 19th century.
The Idea of Poverty has stories of labouring people who depended on charity, donation, and some of them were orphans too. Exploring the economy that profit poor, a legislative authority that could bring food, educations, and support them financially through subsidies schemes. There were no democratic laws, but an Ira of Queen Victoria. There was a motive for stabilizing the economy that could benefit everyone from it.
The well-known fact of any country not in the early century only but the current too. The expansion of the industrial economy creates an equal opportunity to become a wealthy nation. The ultimate product is the only happiness and comfort of low caste society.
It is a fact that a wealthy country has been contributed to an increase in an enormous population. This fact is not from advanced education but it’s stated by the old studies. The most populated country, China is in its first place and followed by India in second. They were rich in their early days.
Miss Himmelfarb explored such kinds of theories by digging deep by cultural and historical shots. Her determination proved in the book, Idea of Poverty (it is available on Amazon). Some credit also goes to her beloved husband expanding views of poverty in England. She was a Teacher of the Free and Virtuous Society, and Miss Himmelfarb once called A Jewish Woman (it covers her life span in short).
[David McGrogan: This was my first encounter with Himmelfarb, and I was deeply impressed by the breadth and depth of scholarship in this book, which sets for itself the daunting task of accounting for how it was that “poverty” came to be seen as a problem for society or government to attempt to solve, rather than a mere fact of life as it had been thought of before the 18th century. There is something almost Foucauldian about the project, and I was amused to find American conservatism reflecting French post-stru …more]
Her arguments that a little more virtuousness trumps any number of government social programs made her a hero to some and a bête noire to others.
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The Rebel poem written by Kazi Nazrul Islam (b. 25 May 1899-aug 29, 1976) had multirhythmic patriotic Bangladeshi nerves that transformed him into the most poetic soul ever. He has written almost 400 songs.
People are so moved by the Rebel poem that the author was given the moniker "Rebel Poet"
The Rebel poem was so moved that the poet was given the title "Rebel Poet" (Bidrohi Kobi) for his love. Also, it transformed him from a British soldier to a poet. Therefore, he went to jail many times when he joined the Indian independence movement. The most remarkable poem he had written is The Rebel (available on Amazon).
It includes the greatness of his rebellious thoughts, which trigger the minds of readers and inspire revolutionary thoughts. Reading the Rebel poem, a piece of Nobel work brings much strength, and one could emerge with the qualities of an unbeatable leader.
The Rebel poem Kazi Nazrul Islam
The poets Kazi Islam and Patric Pearse used emotional and rebellious words in this poem (like hurricane, tears, sun, galaxy, planets, universe, etc.). However, Kazi Nazrul Islam had served as a Muezzin (a man who calls Muslims to prayer from the minaret of a mosque).
Thus, Patrick Pearse, also known as Patrick Henry Pearse, was an Irish educator, barrister, poet, writer, nationalist, republican political activist, and revolutionary. Who was one of the leaders of the Easter Rising in 1916 (… Wikipedia) seems like both have worked hard to produce the poem. The pickings of the most critic words were the first-ever work of labour by duo stands at its in prime.
The poem rebel is such a long, and thus it gradually evoke patriotic feelings.
The Rebel Poem by Kazi Islam
Say, Valiant,
Say: High is my head!
Looking at my head
Is cast down the great Himalayan peak!
Say, Valiant,
Say: Ripping apart the wide sky of the universe,
Leaving behind the moon, the sun, the planets
and the stars
Piercing the earth and the heavens,
Pushing through Almighty's sacred seat
Have I risen,
I, the perennial wonder of mother-earth!
The angry God shines on my forehead
Like some royal victory's gorgeous emblem.
Say, Valiant,
Ever high is my head!
I am irresponsible, cruel and arrogant,
I the king of the great upheaval,
I am cyclone, I am destruction,
I am the great fear, the curse of the universe.
I have no mercy,
I grind all to pieces.
I am disorderly and lawless,
I trample under my feet all rules and discipline!
I am Durjati, I am the sudden tempest of ultimate summer,
I am the rebel, the rebel-son of mother-earth!
Say, Valiant,
Ever high is my head!
I am the hurricane, I am the cyclone
I destroy all that I found in the path!
I am the dance-intoxicated rhythm,
I dance at my own pleasure,
I am the unfettered joy of life!
I am Hambeer, I am Chhayanata, I am Hindole,
I am ever restless,
I caper and dance as I move!
I do whatever appeals to me, whenever I like,
I embrace the enemy and wrestle with death,
I am mad. I am the tornado!
I am pestilence, the great fear,
I am the death of all reigns of terror,
I am full of a warm restlessness forever!
Say, Valiant,
Ever high is my head!
I am creation, I am destruction,
I am habitation, I am the grave-yard,
I am the end, the end of the night!
I am the son of Indrani
With the moon in my head
And the sun on my temple
In one hand of mine is the tender flute
While in the other I hold the war bugle!
I am the Bedouin, I am the Chengis,
I salute none but me!
I am thunder,
I am Brahma's sound in the sky and on the earth,
I am the mighty roar of Israfil's bugle,
I am the great trident of Pinakpani,
I am the staff of the king of truth,
I am the Chakra and the great Shanka,
I am the mighty primordial shout!
I am Bishyamitra's pupil, Durbasha the furious,
I am the fury of the wildfire,
I burn to ashes this universe!
I am the gay laughter of the generous heart,
I am the enemy of creation, the mighty terror!
I am the eclipse of the twelve suns,
I herald the final destruction!
Sometimes I am quiet and serene,
I am in a frenzy at other times,
I am the new youth of dawn,
I crush under my feet the vain glory of the Almighty!
I am the fury of a typhoon,
I am the tumultuous roar of the ocean,
I am ever effluent and bright,
I trippingly flow like the gaily warbling brook.
I am the maiden's dark glassy hair,
I am the spark of fire in her blazing eyes.
I am the tender love that lies
In the sixteen-year old's heart,
I am happy beyond measure!
I am the pining soul of the lovesick,
I am the bitter tears in the widow's heart,
I am the piteous sighs of the unlucky!
I am the pain and sorrow of all homeless sufferers,
I am the anguish of the insulted heart,
I am the burning pain and the madness of the jilted lover!
I am the unutterable grief,
I am the trembling first touch of the virgin,
I am the throbbing tenderness of her first stolen kiss.
I am the fleeting glance of the veiled beloved,
I am her constant surreptitious gaze.
I am the gay gripping young girl's love,
I am the jingling music of her bangles!
I am the eternal-child, the adolescent of all times,
I am the shy village maiden frightened by her own budding youth.
I am the soothing breeze of the south,
I am the pensive gale of the east.
I am the deep solemn song sung by the wandering bard,
I am the soft music played on his lyre!
I am the harsh unquenched mid-day thirst,
I am the fierce, blazing sun,
I am the softly thrilling desert spring,
I am the cool shadowy greenery!
Maddened with an intense joy, I rush onward,
I am insane! I am insane!
Suddenly, I have come to know myself,
All the false barriers have crumbled today!
I am rising, I am the fall,
I am consciousness in the unconscious soul,
I am the flag of triumph at the gate of the world,
I am the glorious sign of man's victory,
Clapping my hands in exultation, I rush like the hurricane,
Traversing the earth and the sky.
The mighty Borrak is the horse I ride.
It neighs impatiently, drunk with delight!
I am the burning volcano in the bosom of the earth,
I am the wildfire of the woods,
I am Hell's mad terrific sea of wrath!
I ride on the wings of the lightning with joy and profound,
I scatter misery and fear all around,
I bring earth-quakes on this world!
I am Orpheus's flute,
I bring sleep to the fevered world,
I make the heaving hells temple in fear and die.
I carry the message of revolt to the earth and the sky!
I am the mighty flood,
Sometimes I make the earth rich and fertile,
At another times, I cause colossal damage.
I snatch from Bishnu's bosom the two girls!
I am injustice, I am the shooting star,
I am Saturn, I am the fire of the comet,
I am the poisonous asp!
I am Chandi the headless, I am a ruinous Warlord,
Sitting in the burning pit of Hell
I smile as the innocent flower!
I am the cruel axe of Parsurama,
I shall kill warriors
And bring peace and harmony in the universe!
I am the plough on the shoulders of Balarama,
I shall uproot this miserable earth effortlessly and with ease,
And create a new universe of joy and peace.
Weary of struggles, I, the great rebel,
Shall rest in quiet only when I find
The sky and the air free of the piteous groans of the oppressed.
Only when the battlefields are cleared of jingling bloody sabers
Shall I, weary of struggles, rest in quiet,
I, the great rebel.
I am the rebel eternal,
I raise my head beyond this world,
High, ever erect and alone! […]
[The poetry has been translated by the great essayist Kabir Chowdhury]
Rabindranath Tagore born Bhanu Singh Thakur, a literary soul composes many verses in the universe, and he is famous for one of his works, Gitanjali. A book of the poem on devotion. Apart from this, he has written India’s national anthem, “Jan Gan Man Adhi Na Ek Jai hai” A long ago he already inclined Bengali and later entire India to his new and next level of literature. In 1913 India had found a Nobel person in the literary world, who had become the fist non-European to win the prize. Most of the work had not got known to the world as being a Bengali and considered him as a Bard of Bengal in literature.
Rabindranath Tagore with his students
National Anthem In Tagore’s Voice
The Butterfly counts not moths but moments and has time enough
Rabindranath Tagore
One of his poetry, Vocation brings elders back to school life and ask our biological nerves to wake up from the stressful chaos and make us remember. Those sweet days walking to our school was much fun in the ’90s. How beautifully Mr Tagore had narrated that quickly releases the string of our tension and give us a pinch of how childhood was one of the life’s treasure? The poem ends with a touch of one mother’s love, care, and watchful eyes of a watchman. Most beloved work of Mr Tagore is now available on Amazon (The Magic of Tagore Paperback –A special limited edition)
Poem: Vocation By Poet Rabindranath Tagore
When the gong sounds ten in the morning, and I walk to school by our lane, Every day I meet the hawker crying, “Bangles, crystal bangles!” There is nothing to hurry him on, there is no road he must take, no place he must go to, no Time when he must come home. I wish I were a hawker, spending my day in The road, crying, “Bangles, crystal bangles!” When at four in the afternoon, I come back from the school, I can see through the gate of that house the Gardener digging the ground. He does what he likes with his spade, the soils his clothes with dust, nobody takes him to Task, if he gets baked in the sun or gets wet. I wish I were a gardener digging away at the Garden with nobody to stop me from digging. Just as it gets dark in the evening and my mother sends me to bed, I can see through my open window the Watchman walking up and down. The lane is dark and lonely, and the street lamp Stands like a giant with one red eye in its head. The watchman swings his lantern and walks with his shadow at his side, and never once Goes to bed in his life. I wish I were a watchman walking the street all night, chasing the shadows with mine Lantern.
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I was numbed when I read the biography about Mother Teresa (b.26 August 1910), who had devoted her entire life to orphans, breaking all religious barriers.
She successfully coped with all situations of the poorest of the poor. Her journey had started from Kosovo Vilayet (A New York Times’s article) and ended in Calcutta (now Kolkata). Being a part of the Albanian family(Get to know the complete about who are Albanian) she never races anybody by religions nor by colours.
A short biography about Mother Teresa
Her father was a politician by profession, but Mother Teresa had chosen different ways of serving people, those innocents, poor, and deceased were calling her to India and finally, she found her the last place of living on the earth. She often called nuns and missionary mothers. Her house was the only home of leper, beggar, the blind, the aged, and the disabled colony of hopeful children.
Biography about Mother Teresa | Mother Teresa talking
Yesterday is gone and tomorrow has not yet come; we must live each day as if it were our last so that when God calls us we already, and prepared, to die with a clean heart. ㅡ Mother Teresa. Many leaders still say that Mother Teresa was the greatest humanitarian of the 20th century in the world. Therefore, a compassionate and holy hearted woman by chance had got to this planet and those poorest of the poor.
She brought many lives into existence and provided shelters to thousands of orphans, gave food and clothes to incapable ㅡ humans, and hence she called Saint Mother Teresa. She stayed in the hospitals in sleepless nights, watched many giving births, dying when it was out of her reach. Her real name was Agnes Gonxha Bojaxhiu. The characteristics of Mother Teresa had come from her mother, Drana Bojaxhiu. There is a legendary story behind becoming Mother Teresa. Her mother after her father’s death decided to serve people, and it was declared to the front of poor when Drana invited the city’s destitute to share a meal together and had said,
My child never eats a single mouthful unless you are sharing it with others.
Drana Bojaxhiu
Within no time a question hit her mother from her daughter stating who are these people and after listening to her mother Agnes got impressed. She heard,
Some of them are our relations but all of them are our people.
Drana Bojaxhiu
The line had given Agnes a spark, inspired her tremendously, and found the biggest learning point looking at people. She started following her mother right from that time. She had done her education in history, geography and let herself completely deep inside through girl’s poverty incorporating into her education.
Biography about Mother Teresa: "The Fruit Of Love Is Service" | Mother Teresa smiling
People are often unreasonable, illogical, and self-centred; forgive them anyway. If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives; be kind anyway. If you are successful, you will win some false friends and some true enemies; succeed anyway. What you spend years building, someone could destroy overnight; build anyway. If you find serenity and happiness, they may be jealous; Be happy anyway. The good you do today, people will often forget tomorrow; do good anyway. Give the world the best you have and it may never be enough; Give the world best the best you’ve got anyway.
You see, in the final analysis, it is between you and them anyway. Her promising approach toward life and how she used to take it was purely how her heart built of one of her poems shows. The Extraordinary human beings only could think that way. This poetry could take our life to the next level of humanitarian and spread the never-ending love from one heart to another. What is the real meaning of life? Mother Teresa tells the world through this poem? Upon reading, it leaves us thinking more clearly about what life is and how to accept it. In her book ㅡ Where There is A Love, There Is God (Available in Paperback on Amazon here).
She tells us who God is, and she has written poetry that has the purest meaning of God, and we can imagine it relating to these worlds.
When you judge someone you have no time to love them.
Mother Teresa
Poem by Mother Teresa
God is.
God is love.
God is everywhere.
God is the Author of life.
God is a loving Father.
God is a merciful Father.
God is all-powerful, and He can take care of us.
God is love and God loves you and loves me.
God is joy.
God is pure Himself.
God is with us.
God is in love with us.
God is in your heart.
God is faithful.
God is love, God is joy, God is light,
God is the truth.
God is thoughtful.
God is so good to us.
In an interview, Mother Teresa was once asked, can you sum up what love really is?” She promptly replied:
“Love is giving. God loved the world so much that He gave His Son. Jesus loved the world so much, loved you, loved me so much that He gave His life. And He wants us to love as He loved. And so now we have also to give until it hurts. True love is giving and giving until it hurts.
It is the greatest novel written by Dnyaneshwar Maharaj who was once a great saint, The Holy Spirit, who is called Mauli, was a 13th-century poet and yogi. However, he lived only for 21 years and contributed in the form of literature.
He wrote Dnyaneshwari and Amrutanubhav (Available on Amazon in Marathi edition) through Marathi got great teaching and writing in India. His novel Dnyaneshwari teaches life lessons and is said to be based entirely on a commentary on the Bhagavat Geeta (a 700-verse Hindu scripture that is part of the epic Mahabharata). The novel was written in Sanskrit so that it could be translated into many other languages.
Pasayadan Meaning
The infinite meaning of Pasayadan like concealed within the visible universe
Salutations to the Lord of all, who is concealed within the visible universe. It is He who causes this universe to appear, and it is He who causes it to vanish as well. When He is revealed, the universe disappears; when He is concealed, the universe shines forth.
Yet, He doesn’t hide Himself, nor does He reveal Himself; He is always present before us at every moment. No matter how diverse and varied the universe appears, He remains unmoved, unchanged. And this is just as one would expect, since He is always one, without a second.
This poetry is simply begging to God and holy offerings. Pasaydan is the hidden meaning of eternal life, the verse of his entire Dnyaneshwari that is placed together beautifully in a summarized manner in front of the creator of the universe, Almighty. He explained that let pessimism vanishes throughout but not the pessimist because vanishing of defeatist won’t extinguish negativity.
Let the positivity spread across the globe, the disorder is not natural but situational. Friends are selfless and omnipresent in love, and all the Yogi saints have been telling this universal truth for ages. This prayer has been for the inner happiness of human, unique common peace of all.
Dnyaneshwar who had become a great teacher brought positivity and made its way clear to people of Maharashtra. Therefore, it is the most critic novel Dnyaneshwari and its poem Pasayadan became the greatest one of Marathi.
Pasayadan in Sanskrit (Pasayadan Lyrics in Marathi)
मैत्र जीवांचें ॥ २ ॥ दुरिताचें तिमिर जावो । विश्व स्वधर्म सूर्यें पाहो । जो जें वांच्छील तो तें लाहो । प्राणिजात ॥ ३ ॥
वर्षत सकळमंगळीं । ईश्वर निष्ठांची मांदियाळी । अनवरत भूमंडळीं । भेटतु या भूतां ॥ ४ ॥
चलां कल्पतरूंचे आरव । चेतना चिंतामणीचें गांव । बोलते जे अर्णव । पीयूषाचे ॥ ५ ॥ चंद्रमे जे अलांछन । मार्तंड जे तापहीन । ते सर्वांही सदा सज्जन । सोयरे होतु ॥ ६ ॥
किंबहुना सर्वसुखीं । पूर्ण होऊनि तिहीं लोकीं । भाजिजो आदिपुरुखीं । अखंडित ॥ ७ ॥ आणि ग्रंथोपजीविये । विशेषीं लोकीं इयें । दृष्टादृष्ट विजयें । होआवें जी ॥ ८ ॥
येथ म्हणे श्रीविश्वेश्वरावो । हा होईल दानपसावो । येणें वरें ज्ञानदेवो । सुखिया झाला ॥ ९ ॥
Pasayadan Meaning in English
The weakness of the person disappears and bring happiness and allow them and bring interest in doing good and great things and multiply friendship infinitely not only in humans but among all the creatures on this holy earth.
Darkness disappears and sunrise in every individual and everyone’s wishes of life always is fulfilled. Saints of all the universe may come on the earth and meet every living thing and be blessed. Saints who are walking gardens of great divine trees and the conscious villages spread love and sweetness like nectar the size of the sea.
The saints who are pure like the moon without spots, sun without heat are friends of all the creatures on this earth forever. All the three humans with their happy heart and pleasure should always serve the ancient (the first) man of this universe uninterruptedly.
Conquer all the visible and invisible sufferings of humans in this world. Shri Nivruttinath said that you will get this holy offering. Dnyaneshwar heard of the tailored and got happy with that.
Meaning of Pasayadan lyrics in Marathi
आता विश्वात्मक देवाने, या माझ्या वाग्यज्ञाने संतुष्ट व्हावे आणि मला हे पसायदान ( प्रसाद ) द्यावे. ॥ १ ॥ दुष्टांचे दुष्टपण नाहीसे होवो, त्यांना सत्कर्मे करण्या मध्ये स्वारस्य वाढो. सर्व प्राणीमात्रांमध्ये मित्रत्वाची भावना निर्माण होवो. ॥ २ ॥ पापी माणसाचा अज्ञानरुपी अंधार नाहीसा होवो, विश्वात स्वधर्मरूपी सूर्याचा उदय होवो.
प्राणमात्रांच्या मंगल इच्छा पूर्ण होवोत. ॥ ३ ॥ सर्व प्रकारच्या मंगलांचा वर्षाव करणारे ईश्वरनिष्ठ संत पृथ्वीवर अवतरत जावोत आणि प्राणिमात्रांना भेटत जावोत. ॥ ४ ॥ जे (संत) कल्पतरूंची चालती बोलती उद्याने आहेत, चेतनारूपी चिंतामणी रत्नांची जणू गावेच आहेत, अमृताचे बोलणारे समुद्रच आहेत, ॥ ५ ॥
जे कोणताही डाग नसलेले निर्मळ चंद्रच आहेत, तापहीन सूर्यच आहेत असे संतसज्जन सर्व प्राणिमात्रांचे मित्र होवोत. ॥ ६ ॥ तिन्ही लोकांनी सर्व सुखांनी परिपूर्ण होऊन अखंडितपणे विश्वाच्या आदिपुरुषाची सेवा करावी. ॥ ७ ॥ हा ग्रंथ ज्यांचे जीवन आहे, त्यांनी या जगातील दृष्य आणि अदृष्य भोगांवर विजयी व्हावे. ॥८ ॥ यावर विश्वेश्वर गूरु श्री निवृत्तीनाथ म्हणाले की हा प्रसाद तुला लाभेल. या वराने ज्ञानदेव सुखी झाले. ॥ ९ ॥
Pasayadan: 1 reason why everyone should always remember to pray. The original image of the poem Pasayadan
Listen to Pasayadan (song or poem) in Marathi
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Pasayadan, Translation in English
“Now may the cosmic God be satisfied with my rhetoric and give me this Pasaydan (offering). ॥ 1Let the wickedness of the wicked disappear, let them be interested in doing good deeds. Create a sense of friendship in all creatures. ॥ 2May the darkness of ignorance of the sinful man disappear, may the sun of self-righteousness rise in the universe.
May the wishes of life be fulfilled. ॥ 3May the God-fearing saints who shower all kinds of Mars come down to earth and meet the creatures. ॥ 4Those (saints) are the walking gardens of Kalpataru, the villages of conscious Chintamani gems, the speaking seas of nectar,॥ 5May the saints who are pure moons without any spots, without sun without heat, be the friends of all creatures. ॥ ६
All three should be perfect in all their pleasures and should serve the Primordial Man of the universe uninterruptedly. ॥ 7Those who have this scripture as their life should conquer the visible and invisible sufferings of this world. ॥८॥Vishweshwar Guru Shri Nivruttinath said that you will get this Prasad. Gyan dev was happy with this groom. ॥ 9”
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Munshi Premchand, the man who was born asDhanpat Rai Srivastav on 31st July 1880 Lambai, in north India. He was once a teacher, a school administrator, editor and founder of his journal publication, Hans and Jagaran. Most of the famous work is in Hindi, Urdu and Russian Literature. All the work of Munshi had addressed and delivered in April 1936. The meeting was held at All India progressive writer’s association in Lucknow. Urdu writer Syed Sajjad Zaheer had organized the meeting.
He was a writer of the 20th century and was confirmed the first author in Hindi of India. The most of the work of Premchand had narrated, specialities in Sarcasm and Social commentary. Well famous for writing strong characters and giving a meaningful message to the society through his magical pen.
Premchand Statue
From his, all the hard work seems he wanted a change in ordinary lives and due to his tone of writing, his early name changed to Premchand. His notable work includes Godaan, Bazaar-e-husn, Karmabhoomi. His pen was a sword that used to arouse people’s, national and social awareness. Most of the writing inspiration was from Swami Vivekanand and his thoughts. Some of his work was burned down by the British Empire when his interest in political affairs had grown.
Contribution of Munshi Premchand
He brought down many social issues such as poverty, Zamindari exploitation, dowry etc. Once David Rubin wrote, “Premchand belongs the destination of creating the genre of the serious short-strong and the serious novel as well as both Hindi and Urdu.”
One of his poetry still inspires people in the world. He has made crores of Indians understand how friendship forms and its importance. The trust is friendship in his meaning, and he has very well-placed these powerful worlds together in this poem.
“जुम्मन जब हज करने गये थे तब अपना घर अलग को सौंप गए थे. अलगू जब कभ बहार जाते तोह जुम्मन पर अपना घर छोड़ जाते थे. उनके न खान-पान का व्यवहार था न धर्म का नाता, केवल विचार मिलते थे. मित्रता का मूल मंत्र भी यही है – पांच परमेश्वर”
“When Jumman went to perform Hajj, he handed over his house to Alagu. When Algu used to go out, he used to handover his house to Jumman. He had neither food and behavior nor religion, only ideas of both were matching. This is also the key to friendship – Five Gods”
India is still going through a crisis on religious values and such a poet, the writer who contributes toward the clean non-religious value. There will be no time when people of all the religions will come together and celebrate their success and happiness. He was a king in writing Indo-Muslimcultural history. Premchand completed his education, BA in literature in 1919.
A Poem by Munshi Premchand
सन् अट्ठारह सौ अस्सी, लमही सुंदर ग्राम।प्रेमचंद को जनम भयो, हिन्दी साहित काम।। परमेश्वर पंचन बसें, प्रेमचंद कहि बात।हल्कू कम्बल बिन मरे, वही पूस की रात।। सिलिया को भरमाय के, पंडित करता पाप।धरम ज्ञान की आड़ में, मनमानी चुपचाप।।बेटी बुधिया मर गई, कफन न पायो अंग।घीसू माधू झूमते, मधुशाला के संग।। होरी धनिया मर गए, कर न सके गोदान।जीवनभर मेहनत करी, प्रेमचंद वरदान।। मुन्नी तो तरसत रही, आभूषण नहि पाई।झुनिया गोबर घूमते, बिन शिक्षा के माहि।। बेटी निर्मला कह रही, कन्या दीजे मेल।जीवनभर को मरण है, ब्याह होय बेमेल।। पंच बसे परमात्मा, खाला लिए बुलाय।शेखा जुम्मन देखते, अलगू करते न्याय।
In 1880, Lamhi Sundar Village. Birthday to Premchand, Hindi literature work. Parmeshwar Panchan Buses, what is Premchand Hulku without blankets, the same night. Celia to deceive, Pandit committing sin. Under the guise of Dharam knowledge, arbitrary silence. Daughter Budhia died, not Shroud Payo Anga.
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Ghisu Madhu jhumte, with the tavern. Hori coriander died, Godan could not do it. Work hard for life, boon Premchand. Munni loved it, could not find jewellery. Jhunia dung roams, without education. Daughter Nirmala is saying Kanya Dijay mail. Life is death, marriage is a mismatch. Punch settled God, called for Khala. Seeing Shekha Jumman, separating justice. This poetry give us overall his thoughts for our society and the real-life situation.
