Nepali Quotes

Trust isn't solely about keeping faith in others' promises; it's also about being dependable in the promises we've made to others.

In quest’atmosfera dove si diventa perennemente pazzi solo per sopravvivere, quale momento propizio dovrei scegliere per impazzire?

Having belief means not just expecting others to meet our standards, but also being consistent and trustworthy in fulfilling our own assurances.

Senza chiedere il parere di nessuno ho fatto di me un folle mentre sedevo sotto lo stesso sole e le stesse nuvole.

Belief encompasses both trusting others to uphold their commitments and being steadfast in keeping the promises we have given.

The road never halts.

To believe is to not only hold others to their word but also to prove ourselves reliable in the guarantees we have offered.

Dovrei domandare a tutti ciò che non si dovrebbe chiedere?

Ho creduto così tanto che un giorno ognuno potrà impazzire solo per vedere me sano di mente.

Ascending and descending, uphill and downhill, the road inclines and slopes, sliding down yet climbing anew.

Quali occhi dovrei cercare per trovare l’ultima risposta irragionevole?

The road doesn’t seek refuge in any shelter it doesn’t settle at the behest of any command.

The road meanders, wandering in tandem with itself.

कृतज्ञता व्यक्त गर्दछु आफ्नो एकमात्र संरक्षकलाई "धन्य ईश्वर! हिजो मर्ने र मारिनेहरूको सूचीमा मेरो नाम छैन "।

विश्वास भनेको आफूले अरूप्रति गरेको आँकलन भङ्ग नहुनु मात्र हैन, अरूलाई आफूले आश्वस्त पारेका विषयमा आफू विश्वसनीय रहिरहन सक्नु पनि हो ।

तल जीवनहरूले रहरहरूसँग खेलिरहेको देखिँदैन आकाशबाट न त पाखाहरूको सहनशीलता भत्किएर खसेका पैह्राहरूका घाउका गहिराइ देखिन्छन् ।

बादल लागेको आकाशबाट आँखासँगै टाँसिएको आकाश पनि देखिँदैन तलतल नै दौडिन्छ, बतास पनि देखिँदैन। न त आँधी बोकेर थर्थराएका रुखहरूको मनको कम्पन देखिन्छ।

सारा यौवन छातीमा एउटा प्रेमाकुल मुटु बोकेरै हिँडिरहेको हुँ ।

फक्राएर मनलाई प्रेमको ओत बनाऊँ लागेकै हो ।

आफ्नै मनभित्र छचल्किरहेका रङ्गिन अनुभूतिका सुवासित मादकतामा लठ्ठिएर म आफूलाई बिर्सिरहेको छु ।

शाहजहाँ, जसले बादशाहलाई प्रेमीभन्दा होचो बनाइदियो । जसले चिहानलाई मन्दिर, प्रेमिकालाई ईश्वर, प्रेमलाई धर्म बनाइदियो ।

अनुरागका गहिराइहरूमा डुबेर मुटु लफ्रक्क हुँदा निचोरेर प्रेयमै पोखूँ भइरहेकै हो, कहिल्यै नमेटिने एक चित्र हृदयकै रङ्गले कोरूँ भइरहेकै हो ।

हरेक बिहान रक्ताम्य खबरहरूसँगै ब्यूँझन्छु र सशङ्कित हुँदै छाम्दछु आफूलाई आफैँ हो कि हैन भनेर ।

कम से कम दुई फरक त पक्कै छ हामीबीच ऊ शहंशाह थियो, म ऊ जत्तिकै वैभवशाली हुन्थिएँ भने ताजमहल बनाउन प्रेमिकाको मृत्यु पर्खने थिइनँ ।

Wenn die zarten Gezeiten deiner Liebe nicht den Pollen meines Herzens mit ihrem lieblichen Aroma durchtränkt hätten, Mein Lebenslauf, all das bestünde nur aus einem dummen Rennen ohne Ziel ohne Schönheit.

म वर्षात् होइन बादलको आशमा छैन, म त त्यो मेघ हुँ जसको अस्तित्वबिना वर्षात्‌को अस्तित्व छैन ।

When memories, of days gone by resurface; with reflection and reminiscence of my casual childishness, may your eyes moisten may your lips turn into a smile unveiled, yet concealed.

In how many minds should I go crazy? Whom should I ask?

Soft touches of fragrance of affection deeper than the imprints of kisses, have surely separated from me hiding behind some abstruse backdrops.

Which eyes should I look for to find the ultimate, unreasoned answer?

Mouths, carrying the barking prowess, race from courtyard to courtyard, spreading blasts of harsh, raucous sound.

Butterflies, as if unaware that darkness is no impediment to love, are playing the primordial game with light.

In that vagueness, as if entering the realm of youth itself were a crime, as if casting eyes upon a scene were a sin, as if living a life for an entire lifetime were a curse.

The evening stands silent, listening to the murmurs of the night.

Should I ask everyone the question that should not have been asked, or should I, turning up to the sky, be answering the question that’s not been asked?

In those moments, sighs hung on immense dilemma.

All the loves were soaked, carrying the sky upon their shawl.

I had been longing for a moment, once again, for myself. I had been living a moment just like I was living myself.

In this atmosphere, where you have to go perennially crazy only to survive, which auspicious moment should I choose to become mad?

In that moment and the moments surrounding, walls were there, but not for me, soils were there, but not for me, times were there, but not for me.

The roads kept journeying, the houses kept staring.

Unseeing, even when seen unfeeling, even when felt, to those scattered loves and the abashment that meet the eyes, I had tried to brush them off and indeed, had wiped them away.

Lampposts look, in the glow of their defeated light, robbed by the fog, but cannot tell if the streets, lying by stretching limbs in courtyards, are sleeping face downwards or supine.

A person willing to understand catches even the smallest clue, but one unwilling to understand will never get it, no matter how much you raise your voice.

एकपटक लडेर नराम्ररी घाइते भएको, चोट खाएको मान्छे उठेर नहिँड्दासम्म उसलाई त्यो गर्नसक्छु भन्ने आत्मविश्वास हुँदैन ।

कुरो गरुन्जेल जुनसुकै कुराहरू पनि कहिल्यै सकिँदैनन्, कुरो गर्न छोडेपछि सबैकुराहरू आफैँ सकिन्छन्, आफैँ पूर्ण हुन्छन् ।

Life doesn't end just because someone leaves.

मैले चुपचाप फोन राखिदिएँ । मेरो विरोधको कुनै अर्थ थिएन ।

A home isn't always destroyed by outsiders; sometimes family members cause even greater damage.

Fire was flowing around, and sweat was getting evaporated to accomplish their own tasks.

Embracing your entirety, may you remain unfettered forever.

May I live within you, as a part of you, melding you into a portion of myself.

May I hide you in the embrace of my fervent heart.

May I satiate every unsaid thirst of yours and feel your bliss.

May I melt in the blazing fire of your obsession.

May you live in me, forever remaining the whole of yourself.

May I excite the drowsy flame of your passion, and draw forth the nectar of your desires.

May I meet you living in every moment, as the form of Shakti that you are, living as yourself, the embodiment of wholeness.

May I dissolve into your being, as you are steeped in the ache of my longing.

May I envelop myself in the bloom of your unfolding thirst

May I stir every part of your sensitivity to tremble with the intensity of my love and fill every empty space within you.

May I forever hide in the depths of your love.

May I melt in the blazing fire of your obsession, may I stir every part of your sensitivity to tremble with the intensity of my love and fill every empty space within you.

As you reside in the flame of my desires, may I meet you in that same form each day.

May I satiate every unsaid thirst of yours and feel your bliss. May I dissolve into you, and make you feel your completeness.

Yet, those skies of love were still filled with love, those countless moments of youthhood were still delirious with youthfulness.

Everyone was preforming their own duties, everyone was searching for their own being.

May I draw forth the nectar of your desires.

Blended together in oneness, may we dissolve the divide between man and woman, and woman and man.

May I caress the body of your fervent lust and awaken the latent fervor of your greater being.

May we live like this; perpetually— in the unified form of Shiva and Shakti.

May I envelop myself in the bloom of your unfolding thirst, and enter the divine depths of your womanhood.

By melding each other within ourselves, may we evolve into an inseparable unified form.

Beneath a romantic, yet melancholic dusk sky, the roads continue meandering, in their own rhythm, as I gazed into them, moments continue scattering as I kept living them.

May I forever hide in the depths of your love, melting and spilling within you.

Sightless flag scolding environment that surrounds it, dances in the joy of being a flag.

May I be eternally blessed to dissolve into you, embracing your entirety, may you remain unfettered forever.

May I peel away the layers of your hesitance, and untie the wings of your dormant zeal.

May I dissolve into you.

May I be cradled beneath the shadow of your love.

Blended together in oneness, may we dissolve the divide between man and woman, and woman and man, and live in the wholeness of being.

May I exchange the sweetness of the lips of your yearning with the flare of my passionate affection.

In the translation of poetry, there exists a possibility of the components like imagination, art of wordplay, skill of constructing internal rhythm and expansion of knowledge of the poet getting affected by the constraint and different methods employed by the translator.

May I peel away the layers of your hesitance, and untie the wings of your dormant zeal. May I caress the body of your fervent lust and awaken the latent fervor of your greater being.

Amidst the shadows of adversity, a heart burdened and broken finds its steps faltering. Yet, it is in the act of rising, of daring to tread once more, that the flicker of confidence reignites.

One who intends to understand grasps even the slightest hint, but the one who has no intention to understand never comprehends, no matter how loudly you shout.

When you stop respecting yourself, the world starts disrespecting you.

कसैले छोडिदिँदैमा जिन्दगी सकिन्न ।

The absence of lost things is felt most painfully when the things you possess stop providing satisfaction.

कामना गरिरा'छु - बाटोमा फेरि कोही यस्तो नभेटियोस्, जसलाई मेरो 'म' बाहेक मसँग जोडिएका बाँकी अरू सबै कुराप्रति चासो होस् ।

I hope not to encounter such a person again on my path who is interested in everything about me except my true self.

I quietly hung up the phone. There was no point in me protesting.

The home is not always ruined by outsiders; sometimes those within the family ruin it even more severely.

अन्य भाषाका शब्दलाई कविताबाट झिकेर नेपालीमा चोब्दै राख्दै गरेर मात्र नहुँदोरहेछ । तिनलाई पखालेर, धोएर, कुँदेर, सकेसम्म सिँगारेर जतनसाथ राख्नु पर्दोरहेछ ।

May I excite the drowsy flame of your passion, may I draw forth the nectar of your desires may I envelop myself in the bloom of your unfolding thirst and enter the divine depths of your womanhood.

May I hide you in the embrace of my fervent heart, may I be cradled beneath the shadow of your love may I explore every curve of your desires and leave an imprint on your affection, with the kiss of my love.

The essence of love lies in feeling it. Love remains steadfast through sorrow and joy. Love is in preserving trust rather than just having it. Love is in winning hearts through genuine care, not through threats or pressure.

कुरो गरुन्जेल जुनसुकै कुराहरू पनि कहिल्यै सकिँदैनन्, कुरो गर्न छोडेपछि सबैकुराहरू आफैँ सकिन्छन्, आफैँ पूर्ण हुन्छन् । त्यसो नहुँदो हो त, टाढिएर गएकाहरू वा मरेर गएकाहरूसँग गर्न बाँकी रहेका कुराको भारले मानिस कति गह्रौँसँग थिचिने थियो होला, कतिबिघ्न थिलथिलो हुने थियो होला !

When you're comfortable within yourself, you don't care about others' problems or the challenges they face in life. However, when you're in distress, the memories of those you've abandoned leaving in dire situations, come back to haunt you. How selfish humans are!

Before getting translated, a poem already gets shrunk or expanded within the ‘sphere of intellect’ of the translator in the original language, and it again gets shrunk or expanded within the ‘sphere of intellect’ of the translator in the target language. Thus, in the translation of poetry there exists a possibility of the components like imagination, art of wordplay, skill of constructing internal rhythm and expansion of knowledge of the poet getting affected by the constraint and different methods employed by the translator.