Mamang Dai Poet, novelist and journalist, belongs to Adi tribe and is one of the renowned tribal voices from Arunachal Pradesh and North-East India. She was a correspondent for the Sentinel, The Telegraph and the Hindustan Times. A former member of the Indian Administrative Service, she left it to pursue a career in writing, traveled extensively and has published numerous articles, poems and short stories in various journals.
She is the author of Arunachal Pradesh : The Hidden Land which received the State’s first annual Verrier Elwin Award, 2003, Reprint 2009 (Penguin). Her other books include The Legends of Pensem, Mountain Harvest – the Food of Arunachal Pradesh, River Poems and two illustrated books of folklore- The Sky Queen and Once upon a Moon time.
A long-time member of the North East Writers’ Forum (NEWF) Dai is a recipient of the Padma Shri, 2011, (Literature and Education.) Currently she is Member, Arunachal Pradesh Public Service Commission. She lives in Itanagar.
“The Voice of the Mountain”
From where I sit on the high platform
I can see the ferry lights crossing
criss-crossing the big river.
I know the towns, the estuary mouth.
There, beyond the last bank
where the colour drains from heaven
I can outline the chapters of the world.
The other day a young man arrived from the village.
Because he could not speak
he brought a gift of fish
from the land of rivers.
It seems such acts are repeated:
We live in territories forever ancient and new,
and as we speak in changing languages.
I, also, leave my spear leaning by the tree
and try to make a sign.
I am an old man sipping the breeze
that is forever young.
In my life I have lived many lives.
My voice is sea waves and mountain peaks,
In the transfer of symbols
I am the chance syllable that orders the world
Instructed with history and miracles.
I am the desert and the rain.
The wild bird that sits in the west.
The past that recreates itself
and particles of life that clutch and cling
For thousands of years –
I know, I know these things
as rocks know, burning in the sun’s embrace,
about clouds, and sudden rain;
as I know a cloud is a cloud is a cloud,
A cloud is this uncertain pulse
that sits over my heart.
In the end the universe yields nothing
except a dream of permanence.
Peace is a falsity.
A moment of rest comes after long combat:
From the east the warrior returns
with the blood of peonies.
I am the child who died at the edge of the world,
the distance between end and hope.
The star diagram that fell from the sky,
The summer that makes men weep.
I am the woman lost in translation
who survives, with happiness to carry on.
I am the breath that opens the mouth of the canyon,
the sunlight on the tips of trees;
There, where the narrow gorge hastens the wind
I am the place where memory escapes
the myth of time,
I am the sleep in the mind of the mountain.
∗An interview of Mamang Dai with ‘RedLeafPoetry- India’ can be accessed here.
In picture: Adi Galo woman, Arunachal Pradesh – Johan Gerrits photography
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