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…
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…
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…
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…