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Sonnet of Languages | Amantes Assemble
Turkish is the language of love,
Spanish is the language of revolution.
Swedish is the language of resilience,
English is the language of translation.
Portuguese is the language of adventure,
German is the language of discipline.
French is the language of passion,
Italian is the language of cuisine.
With over 7000 languages in the world,
Handful of tongues fall short in a sonnet.
But you can rest assured of one thing,
Every language does something the very best.
Each language is profoundly unique in its own way.
When they come together, they light the human way.
Spanish is the language of revolution.
Swedish is the language of resilience,
English is the language of translation.
Portuguese is the language of adventure,
German is the language of discipline.
French is the language of passion,
Italian is the language of cuisine.
With over 7000 languages in the world,
Handful of tongues fall short in a sonnet.
But you can rest assured of one thing,
Every language does something the very best.
Each language is profoundly unique in its own way.
When they come together, they light the human way.
The Uncultured Poet (A Sonnet) | Amantes Assemble
There is a reason I never translate my works,
You can translate information but not sentiment.
So I carve humanity with not one but many tongues,
Yet due to alphabetical wall, much remain unspoken.
Human and culture must grow together in harmony,
All traditions of stagnation must be thrown away.
If a human can come forward across conditioning,
Why can’t a culture do the same and meet halfway!
I sacrificed my language so I could feel you better,
Now I can’t read the tongue of Tagore I was raised in.
Such an uncultured poet whose culture is the world,
Asks the cultures with borders just one little thing.
Take some lessons from Mustafa Kemal in modernizing.
A culture is enhanced, not diminished, by latinizing.
You can translate information but not sentiment.
So I carve humanity with not one but many tongues,
Yet due to alphabetical wall, much remain unspoken.
Human and culture must grow together in harmony,
All traditions of stagnation must be thrown away.
If a human can come forward across conditioning,
Why can’t a culture do the same and meet halfway!
I sacrificed my language so I could feel you better,
Now I can’t read the tongue of Tagore I was raised in.
Such an uncultured poet whose culture is the world,
Asks the cultures with borders just one little thing.
Take some lessons from Mustafa Kemal in modernizing.
A culture is enhanced, not diminished, by latinizing.
Lend a mano, be humano (The Sonnet) | Divane Dynamite
“Dar Mano, Ser Humano (The Sonnet)
Kafir Biraz, peygamber biraz!
İyi insan olmak için ikisi de lazım.
Kısmet to some, kıyamet to some!
That’s how we come to life beyond all ism.
Diablo para algunos, santo para algunos.
It’s all our mess, so las respuestas somos.
Fairytales work best when vegetables sleep.
Pero te digo hoy – dar mano, ser humanos.
Infidel to some, gospel to some!
That’s the cross a reformer got to bear.
The Nazarene already did his bit for the world.
It’s time for new humanitarians to give a shoulder.
We are the message, we are the messenger.
Kabhi hum kafir, kabhi peygamber.”
Kafir Biraz, peygamber biraz!
İyi insan olmak için ikisi de lazım.
Kısmet to some, kıyamet to some!
That’s how we come to life beyond all ism.
Diablo para algunos, santo para algunos.
It’s all our mess, so las respuestas somos.
Fairytales work best when vegetables sleep.
Pero te digo hoy – dar mano, ser humanos.
Infidel to some, gospel to some!
That’s the cross a reformer got to bear.
The Nazarene already did his bit for the world.
It’s time for new humanitarians to give a shoulder.
We are the message, we are the messenger.
Kabhi hum kafir, kabhi peygamber.”
The Immeasurable Dimension (Sonnet 1014) | The Centurion Sermon
"Writers have limits, I don’t, I am not a writer. I am a dimension immeasurable – siphon all you want, I won’t run dry."
“The Immeasurable Dimension (Sonnet 1014)
During my bouts of nirvikalpa samadhi or trance,
I have no perception, which language I’m writing in.
When the trance breaks and normal awareness returns,
It looks less like literature ‘n more like exotic cuisine.
It is not only difficult but plain impossible to adapt
the immeasurable to the measures of a prison camp.
So I rewrite the original light simplified by love,
Hoping it may reach the heart across cultural handicap.
Handicap of culture is a choice, it’s not your destiny,
Only you can sign the release orders from your imprisonment.
We cover our eyes from the evil outside and its cure inside,
Then we run here and there chasing fictional treatment.
There is a dimension immeasurable intrinsic to every human mind.
Be immersed within, and you shall rise with an immeasurable light.”
“The Immeasurable Dimension (Sonnet 1014)
During my bouts of nirvikalpa samadhi or trance,
I have no perception, which language I’m writing in.
When the trance breaks and normal awareness returns,
It looks less like literature ‘n more like exotic cuisine.
It is not only difficult but plain impossible to adapt
the immeasurable to the measures of a prison camp.
So I rewrite the original light simplified by love,
Hoping it may reach the heart across cultural handicap.
Handicap of culture is a choice, it’s not your destiny,
Only you can sign the release orders from your imprisonment.
We cover our eyes from the evil outside and its cure inside,
Then we run here and there chasing fictional treatment.
There is a dimension immeasurable intrinsic to every human mind.
Be immersed within, and you shall rise with an immeasurable light.”
Hometown Human Sonnet (Polyglots have more fun) | Vande Vasudhaivam
Everybody loves Rumi,
I learnt his tongue,
So I could pick up where he left off.
Better than basking in borrowed light,
Is to be an original light to the world.
Everybody yells, viva la libertad,
I learnt el idioma, so I could
humanize the paradigm of revolution.
Everybody loves Indus valley diversity,
Annitiki munde anni shaashtralu nerchkunnanu,
So I’m never out of spice for my humanitarianism.
Everybody loves boasting about their culture,
I spent years making all the cultures my own.
Thus my strength was amplified a thousand folds,
My sight expanded beyond all norms of vision known.
Polyglots have more fun – there is no question.
When science, poetry and polyglottery come together,
That’s the beginning of a paradigm bending revolution.
I learnt his tongue,
So I could pick up where he left off.
Better than basking in borrowed light,
Is to be an original light to the world.
Everybody yells, viva la libertad,
I learnt el idioma, so I could
humanize the paradigm of revolution.
Everybody loves Indus valley diversity,
Annitiki munde anni shaashtralu nerchkunnanu,
So I’m never out of spice for my humanitarianism.
Everybody loves boasting about their culture,
I spent years making all the cultures my own.
Thus my strength was amplified a thousand folds,
My sight expanded beyond all norms of vision known.
Polyglots have more fun – there is no question.
When science, poetry and polyglottery come together,
That’s the beginning of a paradigm bending revolution.
Arise, O Atlas (Sonnet 1100) | Vande Vasudhaivam
Vakna, Stå upp, O Modige Atlas!
Ta världen på din axel,
Förkasta allt som är ojust.
Awake, Arise, O Atlas Supreme,
Take the world on your shoulder.
Denounce all roots of hate and hurt,
Wielding your humanitarian viking thunder.
I don’t write for creatures of the gutter,
I write for those craving for open skies.
If you can give up your golden fancies,
I’ll give you a world beyond the lies.
Despierta, levántate, oh loco amante!
El mundo entero está a tu cuidado.
Give up your aphrodisiac of wild ancestry,
We are human, cuando nos descubrimos en cada humano.
Ta världen på din axel,
Förkasta allt som är ojust.
Awake, Arise, O Atlas Supreme,
Take the world on your shoulder.
Denounce all roots of hate and hurt,
Wielding your humanitarian viking thunder.
I don’t write for creatures of the gutter,
I write for those craving for open skies.
If you can give up your golden fancies,
I’ll give you a world beyond the lies.
Despierta, levántate, oh loco amante!
El mundo entero está a tu cuidado.
Give up your aphrodisiac of wild ancestry,
We are human, cuando nos descubrimos en cada humano.
Manhood Diaries (The Sonnet) | Kanima Akiyor Kainat
Onun için cennet ol, cehennem değil.
Vicdanlı bir adam ol, hayvan değil.
Sé una bendición para ella, no una maldición.
Onun yaralarına ilacı ol, tuz değil.
Be her paradise, not prison.
Be her man, not master.
Be a miracle to her maladies.
Be her crown, not custard.
There is no alpha male and beta male,
There is only man and baboon.
Decency defines a man’s character,
Not the virility of his heirloom.
Partner on the streets,
Slave between the sheets,
That’s what a real man is.
Undaunted in danger,
Uncompromising in calamity,
That’s what a real human is.
Vicdanlı bir adam ol, hayvan değil.
Sé una bendición para ella, no una maldición.
Onun yaralarına ilacı ol, tuz değil.
Be her paradise, not prison.
Be her man, not master.
Be a miracle to her maladies.
Be her crown, not custard.
There is no alpha male and beta male,
There is only man and baboon.
Decency defines a man’s character,
Not the virility of his heirloom.
Partner on the streets,
Slave between the sheets,
That’s what a real man is.
Undaunted in danger,
Uncompromising in calamity,
That’s what a real human is.
Sonnet 1144 | Visvavictor
Istanbul to Alpha Centauri,
Cosmos courses in my corpuscles.
Religion, nation, stuff it all,
Benevolence makes the world livable.
Din, dünya, milliyet falan,
hiç umurumda değil.
Sen mutlu ol – bana yeter.
Scripture, constitution, god, government,
Nothing matters to me, except behavior.
The greatest iftar is
to break the fast of apathy,
with the feast of affection.
Sin humano no hay dios,
Where there is no kindness
there is no divine intervention.
Sapiens intervention is divine intervention,
There is nothing higher or more mighty.
When we are obliterated in lifting the fallen,
That’s the living manifestation of the almighty.
Cosmos courses in my corpuscles.
Religion, nation, stuff it all,
Benevolence makes the world livable.
Din, dünya, milliyet falan,
hiç umurumda değil.
Sen mutlu ol – bana yeter.
Scripture, constitution, god, government,
Nothing matters to me, except behavior.
The greatest iftar is
to break the fast of apathy,
with the feast of affection.
Sin humano no hay dios,
Where there is no kindness
there is no divine intervention.
Sapiens intervention is divine intervention,
There is nothing higher or more mighty.
When we are obliterated in lifting the fallen,
That’s the living manifestation of the almighty.
On Shortfalls and Strongholds | Abhijit Naskar | Visvavatan: 100 Demilitarization Sonnets
The biggest requirement of learning is to know your limits of the moment. Let me elaborate with an example. Alongside my mainstream works, I have wanted to create complete works in turkish and spanish for several years. And few years back, with my rather limited experiential understanding of both languages, I even took it upon myself to do so, but I got stuck on the very first page. Why? Because it is one thing to pen occasional gems in another language, and totally different to release an entire work in that language. I was ready at heart, but not at brain. So, instead of writing whole works in these languages, I simply made turkish and spanish a joyful addition to my mainstream work – however the original linguistic and cultural intention kept reflecting in the titles of works, such as Aşkanjali, The Gentalist, Gente Mente Adelante, Mucize Insan and so on. It was not until late 2023 that my brain finally caught up with my heart, and delivered the first complete original turkish and spanish Naskarean works to the world.
Know your strongholds, they’ll take you far. Know your shortfalls, they’ll take you farther. Strongholds help you enhance your predominant capacities, whereas shortfalls help you unfold new possibilities – they help you unfold new vistas of human endeavor.
Know your strongholds, they’ll take you far. Know your shortfalls, they’ll take you farther. Strongholds help you enhance your predominant capacities, whereas shortfalls help you unfold new possibilities – they help you unfold new vistas of human endeavor.
Sonett von El Dorado | Abhijit Naskar | Meine Welt, Meine Verantwortung: Hundert Sonette für Meine Weltfamilie (Naskardeutsch – First Drop, 100 German Sonnets)
“Language is magic, culture is magic,
I wield that magic in my breath.
My brain is a symphony of portals,
each transcending past exclusivity,
into distinct linguocultural awareness.”
“Sonett von El Dorado
Wo ist Eldorado?
Es ist kein Ort,
es ist eine Person.
Wo ist das Himmelreich?
Der Himmel ist kein Ort,
der Himmel sind Menschen.
Wo können wir Freude finden?
Nicht der Markt,
Frieden liegt in guten Taten.
Wo finden wir Gesundheit?
Gesundheit liegt in der Einfachheit,
nicht in Maschinen.
Wo können wir Mut finden?
Mut kommt vom Charakter,
nicht von der Bank.
Was ist der Weg zum Fortschritt?
Nicht durch Luxus,
Fortschritt kommt durch Kollektivität.
Je geringer die Bedürfnisse,
desto besser das Leben.
Verliere dich unter Menschen,
der Weg nach vorne ist Liebe.”
I wield that magic in my breath.
My brain is a symphony of portals,
each transcending past exclusivity,
into distinct linguocultural awareness.”
“Sonett von El Dorado
Wo ist Eldorado?
Es ist kein Ort,
es ist eine Person.
Wo ist das Himmelreich?
Der Himmel ist kein Ort,
der Himmel sind Menschen.
Wo können wir Freude finden?
Nicht der Markt,
Frieden liegt in guten Taten.
Wo finden wir Gesundheit?
Gesundheit liegt in der Einfachheit,
nicht in Maschinen.
Wo können wir Mut finden?
Mut kommt vom Charakter,
nicht von der Bank.
Was ist der Weg zum Fortschritt?
Nicht durch Luxus,
Fortschritt kommt durch Kollektivität.
Je geringer die Bedürfnisse,
desto besser das Leben.
Verliere dich unter Menschen,
der Weg nach vorne ist Liebe.”
