Translating

(Trying to :) - From Gulzar's 'Raat Pashmine Ki' or perhaps 'Pashmina night')

The universe - I

Just in a few billion years

when the sun quietly extinguishes

and it is all ashes everywhere

When there is no moon to set

And no morning to rise

Then, like a cold piece of doused coal

this chunk of Earth will roam

lost, lost

in some faint light. 

What if then, I wonder,

this piece of paper with this poem

flying about in space, falls in the sun

perhaps, then, perhaps,

the sun will light up again!

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God - 2

I am on this side of the wall.

This side is warmth, sunlight, greenery,

dewdrops on leaves,

and also the lazy fog, which when appears

stays for hours dozing in the branches

Rain dances like a trapeze on long wires 

                    and disappears from the eyes.

Each season comes, colors one in its spirit.

But on the other side of this clay wall,

why is there such quiet?

Who is it that makes no sound but

Keeps sitting forever leaning on this wall?