Beware of Experts (A Poem)
Trans. Roshan Koirala
An illiterate mother tuned in to a pastoral song on the radio
The expert said there wasn’t any melody in it.
A Dalit youth lamented on Manusmriti,
The expert said that this brother couldn’t get to Manusmriti’s real essence.
A peasant taught how to sow millet
The expert said the peasant was orthodox.
The moviegoer coming out of the theater said the movie was good
The expert said a common man wouldn’t know to decipher cinematic metaphor.
A metered verse poet composed a poem on his sorrows
The expert said he let the verses too loose.
The expert thinks
I’m the one running this world
I’m its very designer
The workers make this world beautiful
The workers make even the era epochal
I have a small neighborhood of working people
We are dirty
We are smelly from sweat
Please, expert folks
Don’t bother coming to our place.
Translated from the Nepali by Roshan Koirala.