
PAUL REVERE’S RIDE ~BY HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW
Listen, my children, and you shall hear
Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere,
Listen, my children, and you shall hear
Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere,
A Bird, came down the Walk –
He did not know I saw –
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,
Aaj phir dastak ne mujhko jagaya hai
Kya kisi ne dhoondha hai ya khud se mil gaye ho
It seems a lot of work.
Looks difficult, somehow.
But if it’s got to be done,
स्पन्दन में चिर निस्पन्द बसा
क्रन्दन में आहत विश्व हँसा
नयनों में दीपक से जलते,
It was hard to believe the flesh was heavy on my back.
The fisherman said: Will you have her,
I have a rendezvous with Death
At some disputed barricade
When Spring comes back with rustling shade
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
I don’t know politics but I know the names
Of those in power, and can repeat them like
Days of week, or names of months, beginning with Nehru.