She gazes beneath her dark, arched brows,She pours nectar into a silver chalice.She is the Princess of Madda,Wearing a simple necklace of clay beads—And yet her beauty shines brighter than gold. She is the Princess of Madda—Who seizes the eyes, who stirs the heart,Who makes the spirit restless,Who fills the soul with joy. Princess of…
Why do you press so many clothesinto such a small suitcase?At this hour, no bus will come—no road will carry you through the night. You turn your face away, reluctant,and still—it is not enough—tears slip silently down. The sky is rumbling,soon the rain will break;outside waits onlya wall of endless darkness. You turn your face…
You wear the golden crown of love,Yet do not lessen the worth of pearlsBy letting pearl-like tears fall from your eyes.You came to me from heaven,Descending gently along the rainbow—But now that rainbow has faded,And you weep, unable to return. The heaven of love was brightened,For the lamp of your heartWas lit within mine. Raindrops…
Young Man:A bouquet of peacock feathersWas laid upon the road to Moriya city.Follow them—there you will find the way. Young Woman:Then place a single feather in my hair,Let it be my crown of grace. Young Man:From afar, I saw you blossoming in a lake,Swarms of wasps hovering, drunk on your fragrance.Listen—hear the Ravanahasta sing. Young…
When the sun-scorched rock, long-thirsting in drought,Is kissed by rain, a strange, earthy fragranceUsually rises to greet the air—But today, I do not sense it. Wasps hum softly,Lingering upon the tender areca blooms.And I, with a voice adrift,Sing of my life—Unknowing where its beginning lies,Where its middle rests,Or how its end will come. Once, I…