Lesson 4
My Own True family
Ted Hughes
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Madhyamik Class 10 English Lesson 4 My Own True family
The author and the text:
Edward James ‘Ted Hughes (1930-1998) was a noted English poet and had been the Poet Laureate of Great Britain from 1984 till his death. His famous works include Birthday Letters, The Hawk in the Rain and Tales from Ovid.
āĻāĻĄāĻāϝ়াāϰ্āĻĄ āĻেāĻŽāϏ্ āĻেāĻĄ āĻšিāĻāĻ (ā§§ā§¯ā§Šā§Ļ-ā§§ā§¯ā§¯ā§Ž) āĻিāϞেāύ āĻāĻāĻāύ āĻŦিāĻ্āϝাāϤ āĻংāϰেāĻ āĻāĻŦি āĻāĻŦং ā§§ā§¯ā§Žā§Ē āϏাāϞ āĻĨেāĻে āϤাāϰ āĻŽৃāϤ্āϝু āĻĒāϰ্āϝāύ্āϤ āϤিāύি āĻিāϞেāύ āĻংāϞ্āϝাāύ্āĻĄেāϰ āϏāĻাāĻāĻŦি। āϤাāϰ āĻŦিāĻ্āϝাāϤ āϞেāĻাāĻুāϞিāϰ āĻŽāϧ্āϝে ‘āĻŦাāϰ্āĻĨāĻĄে āϞেāĻাāϰāϏ্’, ‘āĻĻ্āϝ āĻšāĻ āĻāύ āĻĻ্āϝ āϰেāĻāύ’ āĻāĻŦং ‘āĻেāϞāϏ্ āĻĢ্āϰāĻŽ āĻāĻিāĻĄ’ āĻ āύ্āϝāϤāĻŽ।
The poem describes the magical experience of a young child in an oakwood, and indicates that human beings and trees should thrive as a single family. It focuses strongly on the need to protect our natural environment for the welfare of mankind.
āĻāĻŦিāϤাāĻি āĻŦāϰ্āĻŖāύা āĻāϰে āĻāĻ āĻাāĻেāϰ āĻāĻ āĻāĻ্āĻāϞে āĻāĻŦিāϰ āĻ āϤ্āϝাāĻļ্āĻāϰ্āϝ āĻ āĻিāĻ্āĻāϤাāϰ, āĻāĻŦং āύিāϰ্āĻĻেāĻļ āĻāϰে āϝে āĻŽাāύুāώ āĻāĻŦং āĻাāĻāĻĒাāϞাāϰ āĻāĻāĻ āĻĒāϰিāĻŦাāϰেāϰ āϏāĻĻāϏ্āϝāĻĻেāϰ āĻŽāϤােāĻ āĻŦেāĻĄ়ে āĻāĻ া āĻāĻিāϤ | āĻāĻŦিāϤাāĻি āϤীāĻŦ্āϰāĻাāĻŦে āĻāϞােāĻāĻĒাāϤ āĻāϰে āĻŽাāύāĻŦāĻাāϤিāϰ āĻāϞ্āϝাāĻŖে āĻĒ্āϰাāĻৃāϤিāĻ āĻĒāϰিāĻŦেāĻļāĻে āϏুāϰāĻ্āώিāϤ āĻāϰা āĻāϤāĻা āĻĒ্āϰāϝ়ােāĻāύীāϝ় āϤাāϰ āĻāĻĒāϰ।
Read the following:
Once I crept in an oakwood-I was looking for a stag.
āĻāĻāĻŦাāϰ āύিঃāĻļāĻŦ্āĻĻে āĻāĻ āĻāĻāĻাāĻেāϰ āĻŦāύে āĻেāĻিāϞাāĻŽ — āĻোঁāĻ āĻāϰāĻিāϞাāĻŽ āĻāĻ āĻĒুāϰুāώ āĻšāϰিāĻŖেāϰ।
I met an old woman there-all knobbly stick and rag.
āϏেāĻাāύে āĻāĻ āĻŦৃāĻĻ্āϧ āĻŽāĻšিāϞাāϰ āϏাāĻĨে āĻšāϞ āĻāĻŽাāϰ āĻĻেāĻা — āĻাঁāĻāĻāϝ়াāϞা āϞাāĻ ি āĻšাāϤে āĻ āĻেāĻĄ়া āĻাāĻĒāĻĄ় āĻĒāϰা।
She said: ‘I have your secret here inside my little bag!
āϤিāύি āĻŦāϞāϞেāύ, ‘āĻāĻŽাāϰ āĻāĻ āĻােāĻো āĻĨāϞিāϰ āĻŽāϧ্āϝে āϤোāĻŽাāϰ āĻোāĻĒāύ āϤāĻĨ্āϝ āĻāĻে।’
Then she began to cackle and I began to quake.
āϤাāϰāĻĒāϰ āĻļুāϰু āĻāϰāϞেāύ āϤাāϰ āĻ্āϝাāĻ āĻ্āϝাāĻ āĻāϰে āĻšাāϏা āĻāĻŦং āĻāĻŽি āĻাঁāĻĒāϤে āϞাāĻāϞাāĻŽ।
She opened up her little bag and I came twice awake
āϤিāύি āϤাāϰ āĻােāĻ্āĻ āĻĨāϞিāĻি āĻুāϞāϞেāύ āĻāϰ āĻāĻŽি āϝেāύ āĻāϰāĻ āϏāĻāĻিāϤ āĻšāϝ়ে āĻāĻ āϞাāĻŽ —
Surrounded by a staring tribe and me tied to a stake.
āĻāĻĒāĻাāϤি āĻĻ্āĻŦাāϰা āĻĒāϰিāĻŦেāώ্āĻিāϤ āϝাāϰা āĻāĻŽাāϰ āĻĻিāĻে āĻāĻāĻĻৃāώ্āĻে āϤাāĻিāϝ়ে, āĻāĻŦং āĻāĻŽি āĻāĻāĻা āĻুঁāĻিāϤে āĻŦাঁāϧা।
They said: ‘We are the oak-trees and your own true family.
āĻāϰা āĻŦāϞāϞ: ‘āĻāĻŽāϰা āĻšāϞাāĻŽ āĻāĻ āĻাāĻ āĻāĻŦং āϤােāĻŽাāϰ āύিāĻেāϰ āϏāϤ্āϝিāĻাāϰেāϰ āĻĒāϰিāĻŦাāϰ।
We are chopped down, we are torn up, you do not blink an eye.
āĻāĻŽাāĻĻেāϰ āĻাāĻা āĻšāϝ়, āĻāĻĒāĻĄ়ে āĻĢেāϞা āĻšāϝ়, āϤােāĻŽāϰা āĻোāĻেāϰ āĻĒāϞāĻāĻ āĻĢেāϞ āύা।
Unless you make a promise now-now you are going to die!
āĻāĻāύāĻ āϝāĻĻি āύা āĻāĻāĻা āĻļāĻĒāĻĨ āύাāĻ — āĻāĻāύ āϤােāĻŽাāϰ āĻŽৃāϤ্āϝু āύিāĻļ্āĻিāϤ।
‘Whenever you see an oak-tree felled, swear now you will plant two.
‘āϝāĻāύāĻ āĻĻেāĻāĻŦে āĻāĻāĻি āĻāĻ āĻাāĻ āĻেāĻে āĻĢেāϞা āĻšāϝ়েāĻে, āĻļāĻĒāĻĨ āĻāϰাে āϤুāĻŽি āĻĻুāĻো āϞাāĻাāĻŦে।
Unless you swear the black oak bark will wrinkle over you
āϝāĻĻি āϤুāĻŽি āĻļāĻĒāĻĨ āύা āĻāϰাে āĻāĻ āĻāĻ āĻাāĻেāϰ āĻাāϞাে āĻাāϞ āϤােāĻŽাāϰ āĻāĻĒāϰ āĻাāĻ āĻĢেāϞāĻŦে
And root you among the oaks where you were born but never grew.’
āĻāĻŦং āϤুāĻŽি āĻāĻ āĻāĻ āĻাāĻāĻুāϞিāϰ āĻিāϤāϰে āĻāĻāĻে āĻĨাāĻāĻŦে, āϝেāĻাāύে āϤােāĻŽাāϰ āĻāύ্āĻŽ āĻšāϝ়েāĻিāϞ, āĻিāύ্āϤু āĻāϰ āĻŦৃāĻĻ্āϧি āĻšāϝ়āύি।”
This was my dream beneath the boughs, the dream that altered me.
āĻāĻ āϏ্āĻŦāĻĒ্āύāĻ āĻāĻŽি āĻĻেāĻেāĻিāϞাāĻŽ āĻাāĻেāϰ āϤāϞাāϝ়, āϝে āϏ্āĻŦāĻĒ্āύ āĻāĻŽাāĻে āĻŦāĻĻāϞে āĻĻিāϝ়েāĻিāϞ।
When I came out of the oakwood, back to human company,
āϝāĻāύ āĻāĻŽি āĻāĻ āĻাāĻেāϰ āĻŦāύ āĻĨেāĻে āĻŦেāϰিāϝ়ে, āĻŽাāύুāώেāϰ āϏংāϏ্āĻĒāϰ্āĻļে āĻāĻŦাāϰ āĻĢিāϰে āĻāϞাāĻŽ,
My walk was the walk of a human child, but my heart was a tree.
āĻāĻŽাāϰ āĻšাāĻা āĻিāϞ āĻŽাāύুāώেāϰ āϏāύ্āϤাāύেāϰ āĻŽāϤাে āĻিāύ্āϤু āĻāĻŽাāϰ āĻšৃāĻĻāϝ়āĻা āĻšāϝ়ে āĻিāϝ়েāĻিāϞ āĻāĻāĻি āĻাāĻেāϰ!

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