Saran Rai -- Translated in English

  Address (In memory of Laxmi Rai …) The eternal love you gave birth to — I must cherish. The beautiful flowers and saplings of thoughts you planted — I must nurture. The loving “me” that you cared for and protected — I must continue to care for. Most difficult of all… I must console the heart that remembers you and weeps! You had adorned me with beautiful rainbow colors, You had lifted me to soar together in the sky of love. Still, you dwell in my heart, Even in this many-colored life, you remain by my side. Soaked in your boundless love — you are eternal, immortal, everlasting! May I keep swimming in the ocean of love you created, Even if my wings are clipped, may I still fly in the sky of love you built. May I fulfill the incomplete dreams you left behind. (When you were here, with you, I smiled and laughed.) Now, remembering you (after you are gone, how can I laugh?), May I still weep many, many tears! The Nine Some Hues When free from suffering, a person ten...

  The Smiling Photograph in the Frame Life passed in poverty and scarcity. The wish to eat good food, the desire to wear fine clothes, and the dream of traveling abroad were never fulfilled. In a way, life was lived wearing whatever others gave us. Whenever there was a wedding feast, I would suggest we go, but she never agreed. After skipping many weddings, I wondered, “Why does she refuse to go?” With my small teacher’s salary, to manage household expenses, I had to mortgage her jewelry. Many pieces of jewelry were lost forever because I could not pay back the interest on loans. Without ornaments, she could not go to weddings. Women there arrived adorned with jewelry, glowing with pride. Facing friends without ornaments would have been humiliating for her. So, she chose not to go. Yet, she never once complained, “You never bought me jewelry.” When Father told us to come to the Madhes with a camera for Grandfather’s eighty-fourth birthday, we couldn’t manage. In those days, the...

Story Blackboard, Chalk, and Duster by Saran Rai Write, erase, be buried in chalk dust. While writing on the blackboard, the fingers turn into chalk themselves. Like snowfall, chalk dust settles onto the hair. Like the dust blown by the March wind, it clings to the face. Beneath the dust-covered face, a pair of eyes circle around the classroom, then return to the blackboard. Letters written are erased; one hand holds a duster, the other chalk. He shouts—louder, even louder. This is a world—a small world of everyone’s own. Everyone imagines their world as sweet, delightful, and grand. Snow melts away, but just as the Himalayas are never entirely without snow, life can never be without imagination. Snow must melt to become water. The beauty of life is memory, and memory always lives on. The greatest person is the one whom the greatest number of people remember. Beautiful letters written all over the blackboard are erased. Who could imagine that just a while ago, those beautiful le...

 please translate in English the following text(लघुकथा) पहिलाे चाेट सरण राई बखते बिहानै गाउँ आउनेजाने एकमात्र डुङ्गा तर्ने घाट पुगेकाे थियाे । धेरै बेर आफूलाई भन्दा बढि माया गरेकाे उजेलीलाई पर्खियाे । माझीले "उजेली त हिजाे नै लाहुरेसँग गईसकी" भनेकाे सुन्दा उसकाे हृदयमा पहिलाे चाेट परेकाे थियाे । ऊ रूदैँ फर्किरहेकाे बेला उजेलीकाे बहिनी जुनेलीले भनि -- "दिदीले भन्नु भनेकाेले भनिरहेकाे छु, दिदी र तपाईं सँगसँगै उठबस हिँडडुल गरे पनि तपाईंहरूकाे मिलन सम्भव छैन । केटिमान्छे छिट्टै ठूलाे हुने भएकाले केटिमान्छेलाई सहारा दिन सक्ने आफूभन्दा उमेर अनुभव आदिले परिपक्व पति चाहिन्छ । तपाईंलाई दिदी सुखी र खुशी देख्न चाहनुहुन्थ्याे , हतास निराश नभई सक्रियता, संयम र धैर्यसाथ जीवन पथमा बढिरहनुभयाे भने दिदीजस्ता कैयाै "उजेली"हरू भेट्नु हुने छ। समयलाई हुर्कन दिनुहाेस् रे ।" ऊ सपनाबाट ब्युझेझै झल्यास्स हुन्छ । " हाे नि । मसँग के छ र ? अझै मैले धेरै पढ्नु छ र केही गर्नु छ। आफ्नाे खुट्टामा उभिए पछि मात्र... " उसले पाएकाे पहिलाे चाेटमा मल्हम लाग्याे र पहिलाे पाठ सिक्...

  A Humble Human Saran Rai Euthanasia, or the desire for death, is something everyone wishes for, much like the characters in ancient myths. Is it possible? This question fills the expanse of the mind. It is possible. Life can exhaust you to the point where people wish to die. I’ve seen and met many patients. My late wife was one of them. She was a diabetic, worn out by dialysis. To free me from the burden of caring for her, she chose euthanasia by overeating sweet chocolates. She left, crying, as she said goodbye. Heart patients also often choose euthanasia by indulging in fatty and cholesterol-rich foods. Everyone has the freedom to choose their own euthanasia. Even martyrs choose it for their country. I, too, favor the idea of euthanasia. Diseases like diabetes and hypertension have made death seem easier. If I were to choose euthanasia, I’d indulge in all my favorite foods without restraint. But life itself is not in my hands. Like many of my contemporaries, I must follow the r...

  English Translation: The First Wound Saran Rai Early in the morning, Bakhte reached the dock where the only boat to and from the village operated. He waited a long time for Ujeli, whom he loved more than himself. When the boatman said, "Ujeli left with the Lahure yesterday," his heart experienced its first wound. As he was returning in tears, Ujeli's younger sister, Juneli, said, "My sister asked me to tell you this: Even though you two spent time together, your union was not possible. Girls mature quickly and need a husband who is mature in age, experience, and understanding to support them. My sister wanted to see you happy and content. If you keep moving forward in life with activity, patience, and perseverance without losing hope, you will meet many 'Ujelis.' Let time grow." Hearing this, he felt as though he had woken up from a dream. "It’s true, isn’t it? What do I have right now? I still have a lot to study and achieve. Only when I stand o...

  (कविता) मानिस --सरण राई आदर्शको आकाशमुनी आफ्नै आफ्नै आस्था र विश्वासको धरातलमा बिबिन्न स्वार्थका छाताहरू ओढेर मानिस अथाह मानिसको भेलमा बगिरहेको छ मानिस अथाह मानिसको मेलामा हराईरहेको छ रेशमको किराझें मानिस आफ्नै स्वार्थको कोकिनमा कैदी भएको छ | आदर्श र यथार्थको दुई समानान्तर रेखाहरु बीच घडीको पेन्डुलमझैं मानिस कहिले आदर्शको रेखामा उभिएर सम्भाषण गरिरहेको हुन्छ कहिले यथार्थको धरातलमा उभिएर स्वार्थको बिगुल बजाई रहेको हुन्छ मानिस कति आदर्श र कति यथार्थको समीश्रण हो मानिस कति प्रकाश र छायाको रङ्गीन चीत्र हो मानिस कति फूल हो मानिस कति पात हो मानिस कति काडा हो | अनि आदर्शको पारसले छुँदा मानिस कति सुन हुन्छ स्वार्थ-सिध्दिको अग्नि-कुण्डमा पोल्दा मानिस कति डरलाग्दो फलामे हतियार हुन सक्छ प्रेमको मायालु रापमा पग्लिएर हिउँझैँ कति शितल हुन सक्छ मानिस | मानिस अनन्त रहस्य जीवन असीम कौतुक भइदिनाले भोग्न रहर लाग्दो हुन्छ जति भोगे पनि जीवनमा नौलो आस्वादन प्राप्त भइरहेको हुन्छ जीवन रुचिकर प्रिय हुन्छ जीवनको पुर्ण स्वाद थाहा पाउन हजार ययातिको जीवन पनि अपर्याप्त हुन्छ | सिध्दी, मोक्ष , मुक्ति मानब मनको ...