Dar-dar ghoom raha tha tab main Chillata- Haala! Haala! Mujhe na milta tha madiralaya, mujhe na milta tha pyaala; Milan hua, par nahin milan-sukh Likha hua tha kismat main, Ab main jamkar baith gaya hoon, Ghoom rahee hai madhushala.
( Dr. Harivansh Rai Bachchan, Madhushala)
(Complete Madhushala in Devnagri is available on my ‘Writings Page’. Check out the section ‘Hindi Poems by Others’)
Literal Translation (To the extent I could do it)
In those days I was going door to door asking desperately for wine. I was unable to find the wine-shop. I was unable to find the wine-glass. Union happened, but luck would not have the pleasure of union for me. Now, I am sitting stationary, and the tavern is revolving.