Loving star,
What use is your glow in this desert sky?
What use is your shining,
Silent… with nothing to say?
Like the sages who tumbled from Isigila’s heights
In the ancient lands of Panchala,
I too have wandered as a weary ascetic
Lost in the great forest of my own longing.
And then you spoke again—
Not with your lips,
But with your trembling rays—
Whispering that you were alone…
Just as I am.
When love is bound, life flows
Like the grand Esala procession—
Golden, sacred, full of song.
But once we parted,
The heart turned its memories into wounds.
The world never saw
Our hours together,
Hidden from all eyes.
But now, alone,
The world looks at you—
High in the sky,
Shining without words,
Silent… and burning.
