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…
The images born in the eyes are but illusions—Yes… fleeting illusions.Yet not all images vanish like shadows;Some remain, eternal and true.They are the images bound to the heart. Images that stir the heart, weaving bonds of love,Images that enchant with wonder,These are the ones that forever conquer the soul. Images carried upon the fragrance of…
They say my lover was found as an infant,abandoned in a forest of roses.Yet even now he runs from the smallest spider,afraid to walk alone when night descends.On the street he moves with girlish airs. My lover—my delicate lover—ah, bastard! my lover. A matchmaker brought him to me,from a village far away,from a family proud…
Rain-forested peaks rise to kiss the clouds,Great rivers wander, flowing in every direction.In secret caves, sages dwell in silence,Guardians of the hidden powers of the universe.This is the paradise isle—Its forests breathing the air that sustains mankind. O Plata, Sandara, Arittha,Shiva, Vessavana, Vishwadeva! The palaces of ancient Hela were carved of moonstone,Gleaming bright beneath the…
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…