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…
Hear me, Ajjuna… hear me, Pajjuna,When you journey toward Thiriya, seek news of my eldest son.The spies have whispered—he prays by the river’s edge. Anuradhapura burns beneath the hand of our foes,so our kin in Kaduruwela know nothing of his fate.Do not let him know my heart still searches.Discover his needs in silence, and ease…
In the little world of my childhood days,There were kites, and kites, and kites alone.In the little world where you once grew,Life was adorned with earrings, bangles, necklaces, and charms. The spinning globe turned on without our knowing,And time quietly slipped away.Before we ever realized it,We drifted apart and slowly became adults. In my world,…
Farmer, behold my little son,One day he will grow to eat rice from the earth.O God, look—my child sleeps in peace,Soft as the evening breeze. Son, do you dream of being cradledIn the lap of gentle Malokudevi?Do you see the Bodhi leaves swaying in the night wind,Glistening softly under the silver moonlight? Do you dream…
The evening shadows gather,Darkness spreads across the land.The branches of the ancient banyan sway,As winds from the kamathasWhirl around the quiet village. “Dadakiri Appa,Dadakiri Appa…” I lost track of time in idle talk,Not knowing dusk had come.Now my baby cries at home—I run with hasteTo soothe the little one’s tears. “Dadakiri Appa,Dadakiri Appa…” My heart…