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Showing posts with label Tyāgarāja. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Tyāgarāja. Show all posts

Thursday, March 29, 2012

“Is wealth alone happiness?”

nidhi cāla sukhamā
rāmuni sannidhi-sevā sukhamā
nijamuga palku manasā

dadhi-navanīta-kṣīramulu rucō
dāśarathi-dhyāna-bhajana-sudhā-rasamu rucō

dama-śamamanu-gaṅgā-snānamu sukhamā
kardama-durviṣaya-kūpa-snānamu sukhamā
mamatā-bandhana-yuta-nara-stuti sukhamā
sumati-tyāgarāja nutuni kīrtana sukhamā


I should begin by admitting I don’t actually know Telugu! However, the lyrics of Tyāgarāja use enough Sanskrit that I can usually figure out what’s going on. If I get something wrong, please tell me and I’ll change it.


This beautiful song, said to have been composed by Tyāgarāja in response to royal pressure, contrasts the pleasures of the material world with the pleasures of immersing oneself in the Divine (for Tyāgarāja, the form being Rāma in this case).


What’s the greater joy: wealth alone,
Or proximity and service to Rāma?
Tell me honestly, o Mind!

Why pearls, and why strung at random?

In his translation of the famous "Turk of Shirazghazal of Hafez into florid English, Sir William Jones, the philologist and Sanskrit scholar and polyglot extraordinaire, transformed the following couplet:

غزل گفتی و در سفتی بیا و خوش بخوان حافظ

که بر نظم تو افشاند فلک عقد ثریا را


into:

Go boldly forth, my simple lay,
Whose accents flow with artless ease,
Like orient pearls at random strung.

The "translation" is terribly inaccurate, but worse, the phrase is a gross misrepresentation of the highly structured organization of Persian poetry. Regardless, I picked it as the name of my blog for a number of reasons: 
1) I don't expect the ordering of my posts to follow any rhyme or reason
2) Since "at random strung" is a rather meaningless phrase, I decided to go with the longer but more pompous "pearls at random strung". I rest assured that my readers are unlikely to deduce from this an effort on my part to arrogate some of Hafez's peerless brilliance!

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