The Roman-Urdu Journal: To Advocate the Use of the Roman Alphabet in Oriental Languages, Part 38, Issue 20Civil and Military Gazette Press, 1880 - Oriental languages |
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ádmí ádmiyon agar ákhiá alphabet apne apní Bádsháh bahut baní bát bayán bhajan bhí buwad Chinese Commodore Dáss English European ghar giá Guriáí Gurú Gurú nai haiwánon hamáre hán hoiá hokar húá húe hukm India iská iswáste jákar ján jinnon Journal kahá kahta kare karke karná karte hain Khán Khudá kihá King kisí kítá kítí kiyá koí kuchh kyá laggá language lokán magar nabín nahín nál nám Nának native niháyat nún oriental Pádsáh paidá Parmesur pás Persian pher phir phonetic Portugal Portuguese Prester John Prince putr rakhte rihá Roman character Roman-Urdú sabab sabh Sanskrit shikasta ships sikkh sikkhán Society Ta'álà tamám tán thá tion transliteration unhán unke Urdú usí uske uskí utthe Vasco da Gama vernacular vichch vikhe vowels wahán waqt wáste words writing zamín
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Page 16 - Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears ; To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
Page 15 - The moving accident is not my trade; To freeze the blood I have no ready arts: 'Tis my delight, alone in summer shade, To pipe a simple song for thinking hearts.
Page 36 - ... in the tank, A snake's nip, half a span of angry steel, A chill, a fishbone, or a falling tile, And life was over and the man is dead. No appetites, no pleasures, and no pains Hath such; the kiss upon his lips is nought, The fire-scorch nought; he smelleth not his flesh A-roast, nor yet the sandal and the spice They burn; the taste is emptied from his mouth The hearing of his ears is clogged, the sight Is blinded in his eyes; those whom he loved Wail desolate, for even that must go, The body...
Page 46 - No need hath such to live as ye name life ; That which began in him when he began Is finished: he hath wrought the purpose through Of what did make him Man. Never shall yearnings torture him, nor sins Stain him, nor ache of earthly joys and woes Invade his safe eternal peace; nor deaths And lives recur. He goes Unto NIRVANA. He is one with life Yet lives not. He is blest, ceasing to be. OM, MANI PADME, OM! the Dewdrop slips Into the shining sea ! This is the doctrine of the KARMA.
Page 43 - If one not worn and wrinkled, sadly sage, But joyous in the glory and the grace That mix with evils here, and free to choose Earth's loveliest at his will : one even as I, Who ache not, lack not, grieve not, save with griefs Which are not mine, except as I am man ; — If such a one, having so much to give, Gave all, laying it down for love of men, And thenceforth spent himself to search for...
Page 43 - This will I do, who have a realm to lose, Because I love my realm, because my heart Beats with each throb of all the hearts that ache, Known and unknown, these that are mine and those Which shall be mine, a thousand million more Saved by this sacrifice I offer now.
Page 45 - If making none to lack, he throughly purge The lie and lust of self forth from his blood; Suffering all meekly, rendering for offence Nothing but grace and good : If he shall day by day dwell merciful, Holy and just and kind and true ; and rend Desire from where it clings with bleeding roots, Till love of life have end : He — dying — leaveth as the sum of him A life-count closed, whose ills are dead and quit, Whose good is quick and mighty, far and near, So that fruits follow it.
Page 46 - Whose good is quick and mighty, far and near, So that fruits follow it. No need hath such to live as ye name life ; That which began in him when he began Is finished : he hath wrought the purpose through Of what did make him Man. Never shall yearnings torture him, nor sins Stain him, nor ache of earthly joys and woes Invade his safe eternal peace ; nor deaths And lives recur. He goes Unto Nirvana. He is one with Life Yet lives not. He is blest, ceasing to be. Om, mani padme, om! the Dewdrop slips...
Page 32 - Whose liver is a tempest, and his blood Red flame;" but the Prince said, "Let go the chains, Give me his forelock only," which he held With quiet grasp, and, speaking some low word, Laid his right palm across the stallion's eyes, And drew it gently down the angry face, And all along the neck and panting flanks, Till men astonished saw the night-black horse Sink his fierce crest and stand subdued and meek, As though he knew our Lord and worshipped him.
Page 33 - We are the voices of the wandering wind, Which moan for rest and rest can never find; Lo! as the wind is so is mortal life, A moan, a sigh, a sob, a storm, a strife.