Question

Which is your favourite ‘Nature’ poem from your mother tongue? Write the poem and try to translate it into English. Your translation can be in the form of a poem or a paraphrase.

Answer 1

श्रावण मासी

श्रावण मासी हर्षमानसी हिरवळ दाटे चोहिकडे
क्षणात येती सरसर शिरवे क्षणात फिरुनी ऊन पडे

वरती बघता इंद्रधनुचा गोफ दुहेरी विणलासे
मंगल तोरण काय बांधले नभोमंडपी कुणी भासे

झालासा सूर्यास्त वाटतो, सांज -अहाहा तो उघडे
तरुशिखरांवर उंच घरांवर पिवळे पिवळे ऊन पडे

उठती वरती जलदांवरती अनंत संध्याराग पहा
सर्व नभावर होय रोखिले सुंदरतेचे रुप महा

बलाकमाला उडता भासे कल्पसुमांची माळचि ते
उतरुनि येती अवनीवरती ग्रहगोलचि की एकमते

फडफड करुनि भिजले अपुले पंख पाखरे सावरती
सुंदर हरिणी हिरव्या कुरणी निजबाळांसह बागडती

खिल्लारे ही चरती रानी गोपही गाणी गात फिरे
मंजूळ पावा गाई तयांचा श्रावण महिमा एकसुरे

सुवर्ण चंपक फुलला विपिनी रम्य केवडा दरवळला
पारिजातही बघता भामा रोष मनीचा मावळला

सुंदर परडी घेऊनि हाती पुरोपकंठी शुध्दमती
सुंदर बाला या फुलमाला रम्य फुले पत्री खुडती

देवदर्शना निघती ललना हर्ष मावे ना हृदयात
वदनी त्यांच्या वाचून घ्यावे श्रावण महिन्याचे गीत

कवी – बालकवी

Explanation of Poem in English 

Shraavan has arrived, I feel elated, it's green everywhere.

In a moment it brings a dash of rains, and in a split second there's bright sunshine everywhere. 

Shraavan has arrived, I feel elated, it's green everywhere

I see up, above in the sky, and see a doubled weave of rainbow. 

And it looks like the arch of the sky has been decorated with holy flowers and their glow. 

In a moment it feels like the sun is setting and in another it shines again brightly. 

The tall tree tops and high risen houses get drenched in this sunshine completely. 

And the clouds bear infinite colors of the evening. 

The universe draws the boundless beauty into a picturesque painting. 

Shraavan has arrived, I feel elated, it's green everywhere. 

The flock of herons looks like a garland of white flowers. 

It looks like a string of planets is unanimously ascending to the Earth, its beauty it devours. 

The birds flap their wet wings and tidy up their sheen. 

Radiant does with their children, gallivant in the meadows green. 

The cattle enjoy their green meals, the shepherd hum and wander. 

Their flutes, in union sing the songs of praise of the month's wonder. 

Shraavan has arrived, I feel elated, it's green everywhere. 

The golden Champak blooms, the forest is filled with the fragrance of Kewra all around. 

The beaming of flowering of the night-jasmine, does calm me down. 

Carrying a pretty basket, the innocent

Little girls, married women, pluck the flowers (for God) full of scent. 

And as they leave, (carry all the positivity with them) I cannot conceal this bliss of heaven. 

I must hear from them ,this poetic grandeur of Shraavan. 

Shraavan has arrived, I feel elated, it's green everywhere.