The novice…You are my uninitiated one. He drifts away slowly, yet glances back in secret,Whistling now and then, just to trouble my heart.The novice…You are my uninitiated one. At night I hear his voice in song,Weaving colorful dreams through the silence.He tries to make me believe each lyricWas written only for me.The novice…You are my…
In the forest blooming with Ashoka flowers,There are ripened fruits — bring them to me.In the outer moat of Sigiriya,Water lilies bloom — gather them for me to wear. Come to Sigiriya…Come in secret. As long as the Ravana-hastha harp is played,As long as the Sinhala drums resound,Until the break of dawn,I can dance —I…
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…
Wash from our bodies the painted hues of parties,Let Diyawanna’s waters rinse us clean.We have watched too many hollow spectacles—Let us turn our faces and refuse them.Lay aside caste and color, if only for a moment,For our Motherland, Sri Lanka, is fading—Come, give her some care before it is too late. Without you, who will…
The mighty rains are pouring down.The Menik Ganga swells around.To Kataragama,The monsoon season now has come.The Kavadi dancers fill the shrine.Haro Hara, Haro Hara. Clouds collide and break apart,Lightning splits the darkened sky.This is the dwelling of the Six-Faced Lord on high.The monsoon season now has come.In Panama and Kumana, peacocks dance and proudly cry.Haro…