“Hope” Is the Thing with Feathers

Emily Dickinson

About The Author

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (December 10, 1830 – May 15, 1886) was an American poet. Little-known during her life, she has since been regarded as one of the most important figures in American poetry.

Dickinson was born in Amherst, Massachusetts into a prominent family with strong ties to its community. After studying at the Amherst Academy for seven years in her youth, she briefly attended the Mount Holyoke Female Seminary before returning to her family's house in Amherst.

Evidence suggests that Dickinson lived much of her life in isolation. Considered an eccentric by locals, she developed a penchant for white clothing and was known for her reluctance to greet guests or, later in life, to even leave her bedroom. Dickinson never married, and most friendships between her and others depended entirely upon correspondence.

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About The Poem
 

"Hope' is the thing with feathers" is a lyric poem in ballad meter written by American poet Emily Dickinson, The manuscript of this poem appears in Fascicle 13, which Dickinson compiled around 1861. It is one of 19 poems included in the collection, in addition to the poem "There's a certain Slant of light." With the discovery of Fascicle 13 after Dickinson's death by her sister, Lavinia Dickinson, "'Hope' is the thing with feathers" was subsequently published in 1891 in a collection of her works under the title Poems, which was edited and published by Thomas Wentworth Higginson and Mabel Loomis Todd.

“Hope” Is the Thing with Feathers

by:  Emily Dickinson

“Hope” is the thing with feathers -

That perches in the soul -

And sings the tune without the words -

And never stops - at all -

“Hope” is the thing with feathers -

That perches in the soul -

And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -

And sore must be the storm -

That could abash the little Bird

That kept so many warm -

 

I’ve heard it in the chillest land -

And on the strangest Sea -

Yet - never - in Extremity,

It asked a crumb - of me.

 

“Hope” is the thing with feathers -

That perches in the soul -

And sings the tune without the words -

And never stops - at all -

“उम्मीद” का इक नन्हा पंछी

Transcreated by
'Ambar' Kharbanda and Vineet KKN 'Panchhi'

उम्मीद का इक नन्हा पंछी, जो रूह में छुप कर रहता है

गाता है नए नग़्मे हरदम, और हरदम गाता रहता है

लफ़्ज़ों से परे कुछ नग़्मे हैं,  जो हर दम लब पर रहते हैं

कैसे भी हों हालात मगर, ये गीत बहुत कुछ कहते हैं

उम्मीद का इक नन्हा पंछी, ये रूह में छुप कर रहता है

 

मुश्किल हो अगर सचमुच भारी, नग़्मे मीठे हो जाते हैं

हो वक़्त की आंधी तेज़ अगर, बस तब ही ये रुक पाते हैं

ये गाता है, बस गाता है, गाने से कहाँ रुक पाता है

ये आस का पंछी कितनों को गर्माहट दे कर जाता है

उम्मीद का इक नन्हा पंछी, ये रूह में छुप कर रहता है

 

 

मुश्किल से मुश्किल मौसम हो, सर्दी या गर्मी हो कुछ भी

नामुमकिन-से हालात भी हों फिर भी कोई फरियाद नहीं

उम्मीद जगाई है इसने, लेकिन फिर भी इस पंछी ने

इन मीठे गीतों के बदले, कुछ माँगा हो हमें याद नहीं

नामुमकिन-से हालात भी हों फिर भी कोई फरियाद नहीं

उम्मीद का इक नन्हा पंछी, ये रूह में छुप कर रहता है

गाता है नए नग़्मे हरदम, और हरदम गाता रहता है