Black Box By Sandra Lim In Hindi/Urdu Translation Poem by Ravi Kopra

hum ek cHotay se manhoos cafe main thay.
ek chotay se cup se vo katray katray ki tarah
pee rehi thee kaali coffee.
us ko vapis la do, us ne kaha,
us ki awaaz aisay lagi k vo kahin
kisi thandi jheel k center se aa rehi thee.
uski kahani baDi dis kash thee.
aur isay baad main, main samajna chahti thee:
subah cafe main garmi thee
andheri main jaisay ferns k pattay aur bailaiN
uD kar neechay bhumi pe aa paDti haiN
is tarah k jazbaat ki baataiN theeN.
main koi kitab shuroo se unt tak nahin paD sakti,
us ne kaha, aur aksar har din main mayoos rehti hoon.
aashikoN se saath rehti hai hamesha meri humdardi.

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Black Box
Sandra Lim

We were in a small, grim café.
She sipped pure black droplets
from a tiny cup.
Make him come back, she said,
her voice like something brought up intact
from the cold center of a lake.
It was the kind of story I like, and I wanted
to get it right, for later:
The hot morning in the café,
feeling encroached on by a cloud
of dusty ferns and creepers
and the low earth of duty.
I can't read a book
all the way through, she said,
and most days I'm only unhappy.
My heart is always with the lovers.