2 Jul 2019

BA English Poem Snake by D.H Lawrence Text

BA English Poem Snake Urdu Translation


                   by D.H Lawrence

A snake came to my water-trough

On a hot,hot day,and I in pajamas for the heat,

To drink there.

In the deep,strange-scented shade of the great dark


I came down the steps with my pitcher

And must wait,must stand and wait,

For there he was at the trough before me.

He reached down from a fissure in the earth-wall in the gloom

And trailed his yellow-brown slackness soft-bellied

Down,over the edge of the stone trough

And rested his throat upon the stone bottom,

And where the water had dripped from the tap,in a 

Small clearness,

He sipped with his straight mouth,

Softly drank through his straight gums,into his slack

Long body,silently.

Someone was before e at my water-trough,

And I,like a second comer,waiting.

He lifted his head from drinking,as cattle do,

And looked at me vaguely,as drinking cattle do,

And flickered his two-forked tongue from his lips,and mused a moment,

And stooped and drank a little more,

Being earth-brown,earth-golden from the burning 

bowls of the earth

On the day of Sicilian July,with Etna smoking.

The voice of my education said to me

He must be killed,

For in Sicily the black,black snakes are innocent,
the gold are venomous.

And voices in me said,if you were a man

You would take a stick and break him now,and finish him off.

But must I confess how I liked him,

How glad I was he had come like a guest in quiet,to

Drink at my water-trough.

And depart peaceful,pacified,and thankless,

Into the burning bowls of this earth?

Was it cowardice,that I dared not kill him?

Was it perversity,that I longed to talk to him?

Was it humility,to feel so honoured?

I felt so honoured.

And yet those voices:

I you were not afraid,you would kill him!

And truly I was afraid,I was most afraid,

But even so,honoured still more

That he should seek my hospitality

From out the dark door of the secret earth.

He drank enough

And lifted his head,dreamily,as one who has drunken,

And flickered his tongue like a forked night on the air,

So black,

Seeming to lick his lips,

And looked around like a god,unseeing,into the air,

And slowly turned his head,

And slowly,very slowly,as if thrice in a dream,

Proceeded to draw his slow length curving round

And climb again the broken bank of my wall face.

And as he put his head into that dreadful hole,

And as he slowly drew up,snake -easing his shoulder,

And entered farther,

A sort of horror,a sort of protest against his

With-drawing into that horrid black hole.

Deliberately going into the blackness,and slowly

Drawing himself after,

Overcame me,now his back was turned.

I looked around,I put down my pitcher,

I picked up a clumsy log

And threw it at the water-trough with a clatter.

I think it did not hit him,

But suddenly that part of him that was left behind

Convulsed in undignified haste.

Writhed like lightning,and was gone

Into the black hole,the earth lipped fissure in the wall front,

At which,in the intense still noon,I stared with fascination,

And immediately I regretted it.

I thought how paltry,how vulgar,what a mean act!

I despised myself and the voices of my accursed human education.

And I thought of the albatross

And I wished he would come back,my snake.

For he seemed to me again like a king,

Like a king in exile,uncrowned in the underworld,

Now due to be crowned again.

And so, I missed my chance with one of the lords

Of life:

And I have something to expiate;

A pettiness:

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