Monday, August 4, 2014

ෆර්හානා



"මට මතකයි ඔබ
අමතක කළේ නැත කිසි විටෙක
මොනතරම් හොඳ හමුවීමක්ද..?"

ලොබියේ කෙළවරේ
මහ හයියෙන් වහින වෙලාවේ
නන්නාඳුනන අපි වාඩි වෙලා උන්නා
අපේ හඬවත් නොඇහෙන තරමට
අකුණු ගසමින් වහිද්දී
ඔබත් මමත් යාන්තමින් හිනාවුණා
කළු ෆර්දාවකින් හිස ඔතාන
ෆර්හානා ඔබ මුළු දවසම බඩගින්නෙ උන්නා

"ඔයා ගිහින් කන්න
මට නෝම්බිනේ"
ඔයා කිව්වා
"මටත් හොඳයි මෙහෙම"
මම කිව්වා

එක අකුරකින් පටන් ගත් කතාව
ඔහේ ඇදී ගියා
එකම නගරයක ඉපිද
ඈත නගරයක හමුවුණු අපි
ඔහේ කතා කළා

හුරුපුරුදු නම් කියවෙද්දි
හුරුපුරුදු කඳු පාරවල් සිහිවෙද්දි
හුරුපුරුදු තැන් මිමිණෙද්දි
අප හඳුනනා අයව සිටියා

"මට මතකයි ඔබ
අමතක කළේ නැත කිසි විටෙක
මොනතරම් හොඳ හමුවීමක්ද..?"

ඔබ ලියා එවා තිබුණා

Picture - Jonathan Eastman Johnson, Lovell, Maine, USA (1824 - 1906)

5 comments:

  1. //"මට මතකයි ඔබ
    අමතක කළේ නැත කිසි විටෙක
    මොනතරම් හොඳ හමුවීමක්ද..?"//

    රොබින් හුඩ් එකේත් මෙහෙම එකක් නිතරම කිව්ව නේද??

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    1. මං රොබින්හුඩ් බලලා නෑ. ඒක හරි උණුසුම් කියමනක් කොහොම වුණත්.

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    2. Nothing is forgotten, nothing is forgotten ever!

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    3. Nothing is forgotten, nothing is forgotten ever!!

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  2. SHERWOOD
    by Alfred Noyes

    [This well-known early 20th century poem captures the magic of the Robin Hood legend. In addition to this ditty, Noyes also produced a play about Robin Hood.]

    Sherwood in the twilight, is Robin Hood awake?
    Grey and ghostly shadows are gliding through the brake,
    Shadows of the dappled deer, dreaming of the morn,
    Dreaming of a shadowy man that winds a shadowy horn.

    Robin Hood is here again: all his merry thieves
    Hear a ghostly bugle-note shivering through the leaves,
    Calling as he used to call, faint and far away,
    In Sherwood, in Sherwood, about the break of day.

    Merry, merry England has kissed the lips of June:
    All the wings of fairyland were here beneath the moon,
    Like a flight of rose-leaves fluttering in a mist
    Of opal and ruby and pearl and amethyst.

    Merry, merry England is waking as of old,
    With eyes of blither hazel and hair of brighter gold:
    For Robin Hood is here again beneath the bursting spray
    In Sherwood, in Sherwood, about the break of day.

    Love is in the greenwood building him a house
    Of wild rose and hawthorn and honeysuckle boughs:
    Love is in the greenwood, dawn is in the skies,
    And Marian is waiting with a glory in her eyes.

    Hark! The dazzled laverock climbs the golden steep!
    Marian is waiting: is Robin Hood asleep?
    Round the fairy grass-rings frolic elf and fay,
    In Sherwood, in Sherwood, about the break of day.

    Oberon, Oberon, rake away the gold,
    Rake away the red leaves, roll away the mould,
    Rake away the gold leaves, roll away the red,
    And wake Will Scarlett from his leafy forest bed.

    Friar Tuck and Little John are riding down together
    With quarter-staff and drinking-can and grey goose-feather.
    The dead are coming back again, the years are rolled away
    In Sherwood, in Sherwood, about the break of day.

    Softly over Sherwood the south wind blows.
    All the heart of England his in every rose
    Hears across the greenwood the sunny whisper leap,
    Sherwood in the red dawn, is Robin Hood asleep?

    Hark, the voice of England wakes him as of old
    And, shattering the silence with a cry of brighter gold
    Bugles in the greenwood echo from the steep,
    Sherwood in the red dawn, is Robin Hood asleep?

    Where the deer are gliding down the shadowy glen
    All across the glades of fern he calls his merry men--
    Doublets of the Lincoln green glancing through the May
    In Sherwood, in Sherwood, about the break of day--

    Calls them and they answer: from aisles of oak and ash
    Rings the Follow! Follow! and the boughs begin to crash,
    The ferns begin to flutter and the flowers begin to fly,
    And through the crimson dawning the robber band goes by.

    Robin! Robin! Robin! All his merry thieves
    Answer as the bugle-note shivers through the leaves,
    Calling as he used to call, faint and far away,
    In Sherwood, in Sherwood, about the break of day.

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