After Midnight

by Mohan Rana

I saw the stars far off -
as far as I from them:
in this moment I saw them -
in moments of the twinkling past.
In the boundless depths of darkness,
these hours
hunt the morning through the night.

And I can't make up my mind:
am I living this life for the first time?
Or repeating it, forgetting as I live
the first moment of breath every time?

Does the fish too drink water?
Does the sun feel the heat?
Does the light see the dark?
Does the rain too get wet?
Do dreams ask questions about sleep as I do?

I walked a long, long way
and when I saw, I saw the stars close by.
Today it rained all day long and the words were washed away
from your face.

22.11.2009

 

The literal translation of this poem was made by Lucy Rosenstein

The final translated version of the poem is by Bernard O'Donoghue

Comments

  1. May 20th, 2014 at 8:14 pm

    Rita says:

    Dear Arya I think there's no borders, we live this moment with no borders. 

  2. May 19th, 2014 at 9:44 pm

    Genaro Delgado says:


    This poem is about the reference point of oneself and the nature and experience of one self as the here and now.

    I saw the stars far off -
    as far as I from them:
    in this moment I saw them -
    in moments of the twinkling past.
    In the boundless depths of darkness,
    these hours
    hunt the morning through the night.


    We look at stars, but only see the past image of them, maybe they are not even there right now. But we see the past light getting to us after a long travell through the darkness of space. Stars are always there, but is with the darkness of night, we can better see them.

    The ilusion of star light in the sky, can make one wonder about our own experience of Now: The idea of life and experience of the present moment. Is this perception of now, really here and now? or just like star lihgt appears to be here/now from this perspective, when in fact what we expereince can just be the past that traveled away from that distant present we seem not able to experience from here.

    Also Mohan is consiering what If I, as the sense of experience, was made of that same light, but for some reason we, as the experiencing subject similar to the star observer, have shifted and narrowed the original total experience of perception (full star light trajectory) to focus only on to this here and now point in space/time.

    And I can't make up my mind:
    am I living this life for the first time?
    Or repeating it, forgetting as I live
    the first moment of breath every time?

    We seem to call this now, but couldnt be that this is the past of that original light travell we seem to have forgotten, and star gazing is reminding us?

    What if were normaly conscious of just this segment of ourselves: a point in range of the total expectrum of the light trayectory. We could be focusing on this so called present, and experience it as new, when in fact i could have already hapened, we might just forgotten it as whe focuss on this point, forguetting as we live from this perspective, the original breath of the star emiting light.

    Does the fish too drink water?
    Does the sun feel the heat?
    Does the light see the dark?
    Does the rain too get wet?
    Do dreams ask questions about sleep as I do?


    Then a number of questions set us to ponder on how the obvious things an object is inmersed in, seems to be asumed as unnoticed by them: the heat from the sun, the water from the fishe that is living in it, does the light sees the surounding dark it is covered as it travels from stars?

    I walked a long, long way
    and when I saw, I saw the stars close by.
    Today it rained all day long and the words were washed away
    from your face.

    Finaly he seems to convey the before mentioned ideas, in a more literal way, but of course the complexity of reality seems to transform a literal into metaphoric, just as phisics tells about the reality of a star not being there even if we see the light it emited milions of eons ago.
    As if I walked all the way back to the origin of this light I am made of, and there i say this original point, this star, close by. I saw it in the past, as i traveled in time as went close to the origin. This idea keeps in line with the concepts I drawed from this metaphisical explanation of the nature of being, using a puzzling reality such as the misteriosly atractive gazing of stars humanity have been doing since its origins.

    Maybe this interpretationg of the nature of human experience of being as a kind of energy such as if starlight was aware of itself, could be an explanation of this intuitive fascination for the night sky, as if humanity was searching for its own nature looking out into the depths of a night sky, more precisely that speck of litght in the depth of darkness.

    The final lines could be a relation of that light as it showers on us, this light pouring over oneselve clears any word, any idea, any thoght, levaing one wondering, even forguetting who one is, or its psicological face.

    This is a humble interpretation of somebody doesnt really know anything.

    But this is my view.

    Thanks to Mohan for this hints to human nature.

    I hope this wouuld be usefull, it has certainly been for me to unravel the meaning of this wonderful poem.


    Regards.
    Genaro


    Thanks very much indeed for your thoughtful and insightful comments which are much appreciated.

  3. April 10th, 2014 at 7:36 pm

    Neelam Arya says:

    can anybody plz elaborate the hidden meaning of this poem?? Plz its urgent...

  4. March 7th, 2014 at 1:56 am

    rie.leah.ashmi says:

    awesome and very touching poem

  5. October 15th, 2013 at 9:39 pm

    Saiya says:

    this is an awesome poem

  6. October 8th, 2013 at 6:28 pm

    aradhya says:

    i love this poem

  7. May 5th, 2013 at 6:10 pm

    Candacia says:

    Very nice. It's lovely!

  8. December 19th, 2011 at 6:25 pm

    Abdirahman Ahmed says:

    Good job man, much respect!

  9. February 28th, 2011 at 2:12 pm

    Jailson Pereira says:

    Brilliant poem, i loved it!

  10. November 21st, 2010 at 6:31 am

    Gulbash Gulzameenvi says:

    really amazing poem ..... 

  11. October 21st, 2010 at 5:29 pm

    Latika Singh says:

    I really love this poem. So far. All of Mohan Rana's poems are fantastic.