Thursday, September 18, 2014

Winter and the ascetic

(96)  Shishirsikta kharjurviithi

Drenched in dew, the line of date-palms
Sways precariously.
Winter has come to freeze with frost,
Constructing new glaciers.

Birds and beasts race away
Unto far-off places
To preserve their lives and to get heat,
In hope of a fresh sun.
Gentle water lilies no longer blossom
With their blushing sweetness.

Tell me today, at whose beck
Was this trembling roused from sleep at dawn?
This colorful earth has become barren,
Resembling the disheveled form of an ascetic.

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